A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
A number of artists have created a wonderful series of visual pieces to accompany Bonobo's "Kerala". For me, they are beautiful and uncomfortable because they managed to capture what I keep trying to communicate about what it feels like to be in a complex seizure cycle that is exacerbated by generalized and specific anxiety. The exception being that these cycles for me last for days and, in the past, for weeks without respite.
The jump cut version is particularly difficult to watch as I can "feel" its proximity to trigger territory. The two versions that have the jump cuts removed are perhaps even more disturbing and accurate in their portrayal of the confusion and surreal nature that everything takes on as your brain misfires. For me, the emotional gravity of disorientation and a shifting sense of reality is aptly expressed.
F is for the Fear of god she can put in you with her eyes. R is for the Razzmatazz in her smile. I is for her brief Incarceration for a drunken night of cat juggling. S is for the Shit that comes out of her mouth, not in her pants. B is for Bartender of Ballsy Bacchanals and Ballyhoos. E is for her groundbreaking cure for Erectile dysfunction. E is also for Exchange rate...nuh uh, she's priceless.
although orange, plastic, and disc-shaped, she da balls!
Charm is very beautiful, and she is not afraid to wear her beauty on the outside. She works the late shift at the crisis center. She is a good counselor because she experiences her feelings completely. She has a way of offering solace that is subtle and light; she does not judge other people’s craziness at all.
When Charm walks into the room, I sometimes hear the whisper of a silver flute following her. She delights in pretty clothes, soft colors and bold textures and skirts that whirl around her ankles and beautiful rings. Even when she had to wear a grey uniform, it was as if she were surrounded by butterflies and lilacs. Charm loves the sexual dance and the shimmering heat of erotic intensity, but when she says goodbye, she takes all of herself with her.
Charm does not understand the separation between work and play. She is certainly not lazy, but she needs to sing. You must remember that she is Inspiration’s niece.