the little fool

"I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool." -D. Buchanan

studio starlet fool

I want to be loved by you, just you,
and nobody else but you,
I wanna be loved by you.
I wanna be loved by you alone.
Boo boo di boop


blue fool

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
‘Til it was a battle cry
I’ll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye

–regina spektor

the little fool

free fool

when you feel in your gut
what you are and then
dynamically pursue it – don’t back
down and don’t give up – then you’re
going to mystify a lot of folks

–bob dylan

free people mock may catalogue

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This project has no association with Free People.

the drowsy musings of fragile petals — an original short story

His eyes on hers brought roses to her cheeks.  His attention gave her a confidence that permitted her to step out and see through unclouded eyes. He was someone to frolic with.  He was someone to share with. He was someone to know.
And she was truly grateful.



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no strings attached to the little fool

I’ve got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I’m free
There are no strings on me


rains down on the little fool

the wild dogs cry out in the night
as they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
as sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become



J E W E L R Y:

hand made by Maasai Mara women in rural Kenya

C L O T H E S:

sarong, Goodwill $3

god bless the little fool

little girl with a heart of gold (you’re my miss america)
little girl with lips untold (you’re my miss america)
you’re so sweet, you’re so fine
hey, won’t you be mine
everybody knows it

–the beach boys


le papillon petit fou

She was elusive.  She was today.  She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

–Jerry Spinelli


it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
it don’t matter, anyhow
and it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
if you don’t know by now
when your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn
look our your window and I’ll be gone
you’re the reason I’m traveling on
don’t think twice, it’s all right

I am not a hipster.

soda pop little fool

my bonnie lies over the ocean,
my bonnie lies over the sea,
bring back, bring back
bring back my bonnie to me, to me
the winds will blow over the ocean
to bring back my bonnie to me


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