Wednesday, January 18, 2012

rhines & stones, please!

i have officially diagnosed myself as an AA - Accessories Addict.
my addiction became apparent when i found myself almost experiencing an asthma attack at the thought of another person buying the gold serpent necklace i have been eyeing at a local bazaar.
it's unnecessarily bold roof shingle format captivated me and i immediately felt the urge to rap about alcohol and bentleys.
i had originally laid eyes on it about a month ago. couldn't forget about her. i will call her magma.
her essence and appearance is that of cleopatra on a night out in brooklyn.
her orangeyellow stones decorate her midas gold shingle rooftop body.
and her onyxblack stone eyes penetrate. interrogate.
i knew if i didn't act on purchasing this gold piece of ecstasy, that someone else would snag it. 
perhaps snag it for funsies. not for love. not for emotion.
an ingrate.
a jewelry loving impostor.
a criminal.
i couldn't, i wouldn't allow that to happen.
i became joyfully furious at the thought of such a travesty transpiring.
i imagined it being put on a shiny silver dish on someone's vanity. hidden from the world. 
i imagined how i would feel knowing that i had let a rarity pass me by.
all of these thoughts caused a rapid heart rate, fidgeting, and several anxious half smiles. 
i probably looked like a shoplifter.
i didn't care. i was a glam guardian.
the intensity of all of these thoughts and physical reactions slapped me into admitting that i am addicted to globs of gold, bold bursts and objects so captivating they should be illegal and buyers should be hunted for treason. 
....
i had to have her. 
superhero bling.
she loves me too.
....