For all those skeptics out there that refuse to play with the thought that resurrection does in fact exist...
I challenge you to retract your sarcasm and come read a tail of enchantment.
I thought I had lost my creative mind to a Real-Life's war Lord. The Real-Life's war Lord nurtures on the
creative hopes, dreams and identity of those that are in a place of unknown cross roads and such.
He lurks in the shadows and pounces on his ignorant victims at their most vulnerable hour, and then.,..
THE HORRoR! He leaps from hiding and sucks all their creative juices without mercy.
He then slithers back in to the shadows and waits with anticipation for next poor bastard to arrive.
How do I know this you ask? I too, was such a casualty to the vicious War Lord.
Just fresh out of finishing 4 years at a design Academy, I was dripping with creativity... the
paramount victim. I too quickly found myself at that spoken of cross road, pondering which road to choose
when out of no where I was pounced upon and stripped of any creative thought I ever once had.
Vacant of all that had once made me happy, perplexed by what had happened to me and lacking in
any creative thought I took a road that lead me to become a Restaurant manager.
After more than a year spent in the stagnant stench of such an occupation I knew I had to leave, to set out and
venture into the unknown, to retrieve that which was my natural birth right- my creativity!
I had heard of a place that many went too in order to find their long lost and stolen creativity.
I used to think it was a place spoken of only in terms of an urban legend, but I decided that I owed it to myself
to see what the fuss was about.
So I packed my life, waved good bye with my white hanker chief and was on my way to the white city (now mostly black from bat shit)
I arrived to this peculiar city, bright eyed and hopeful. The city was quick, it wreaked of youth- a city in heat (and not weather wise...)
I found a place to call my own and began the search for my long lost holly grail of creativity.
I looked in the shadows, in over priced and over pretentious stores, in bars and restaurants. I looked all over town
but ALSA, ALAK luck was not my friend.
Perplexed and disappointed I returned to my 4x4 kingdom sad and with a sense of treachery when suddenly I noticed
a sparkle in the corner. I came close to it and found a coin a pile of dust from centuries ago.
I sat at my desk disappointed by the rotten tip the room had left me when suddenly out of no where I began to see fabrics in my head, color pallets, silhouettes....
It was like a mental Zunami had hit the shores of my mind and the waves were breaking against my head ( aka: MEGA migraine).
At first it was too much (I took an aspirin) and then once I understood what had happened I knew- Lacy was home!
My creativity was resurrected, returned to its rightful owner-I was once again queen of my domain, ruler of simple designs and out there
colors.
And so Stella got her groove back, I got my creative mojo back and a collection was conceived that night...
Today there are already pictures of the unborn wunder-kind, and many plans and preparations to make until the birth due date
in the spring. Some would call it a miracle perhaps, even divine intervention.... the skeptics might choose to think I was
dropping acid like it's hot. But the truth ,boys and girls, is rather simple.
We all loose ourselves, especially in the spooky corners of the cross roads, where the Real Life's War Lord lurks....
Nonetheless, that which is lost is meant to be found.... or sold on ebay
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