The Red-X Effect

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You've outdone yourself with this one Mazie..

Sam

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Mazie Lane

Thursday, September 15, 2005 2:52 PM

Re: The Red-X Effect

Dear Amazie,I love it! You are a natural rapper. Rapping the

rapture....is....youroriginal face. Beautiful pictures in the

previous post, too.Love you, gorgeous.Vicki

Dear Vicki,

Rapping in rapport is rewarding when I'm not reaching for it; when I'm

not preaching forward for personic payment or egoic attainment;

reveling in the way words play with one another, I play with them,

real friendly-like, real frolicsome and rolicking in rapture ...

capturing as you say ... my (oh my!) original face. Aaahhh, Grace.

Placing my face in a place that helps erase the pain, release the

need for gain, and makes my name claimless in the fame of flipping

words about like Scrabble tiles gone wild for wisdom and a way to

play them on the board of Life, to lay them down in the jumble-mumble

of Jenga-flinged things I think up, to dream big and bigger dreams of

Freedom, and to dare to fare thee well the words I Happy-herd

together into the Heart-Impartation Place .... traceless, faceless,

nameless, so-named Mazie-Me: A See-er of Something so Beautiful it

breaks the rules, leaps into the pool face-first and flat-out

flattens the fear-mirror appearing here to weird me out in these

shouting outs about how much I love words and what they imply in

their flying forth: Amore!

"'Tis that delightsome transport we can feel which painters cannot

paint, nor words reveal, nor any art we know of can conceal."

~ Thomas Paine (1737-1809)

I appreciate always the words offered in appreciation from my Friends,

but for whatever-the-reason-is, your words, Dear Vicki, they wimple my

dimple into a dazzle-dance of happiness and laughter ... and in that,

it is that I respect and admire you so entirely that what you say to

me ... sends me.

Funny thing the way alliteration always lands itself somewhere in my

sayings, eh. It just comes out that way - and I usually have to

waaaaayyyy attempt to deflect (deflate) its wily, smiling erection in

my selections of sum-ups and send-offs.

I more often than not have to get a grip, and doff the hat of matching

words with other words when I'm verbalizing my ideas and life. I guess

I'm an alliterationist, (or alliterist) for life. I don't ask why,

it's just the way I'm being played out, doubtless.

Double-Joy when you plunk a comment-quarter in the jukebox of my Delight, Dear, Dearest Vicki.

Grace Olivia and Ashton True

As I Am,

Mazie