Mask as a Adjective has these synonyms:
disguise, guise, camouflage, show, semblance, pretence, cover, cover-up, false colours, false flag, concealment, cloak, facade, veil
November 1st, 2011
Recent events in my life have manifested an overwhelming need of self preservation. A calling if you will . . for unlimited transformation instigated by a series of harsh circumstances. One often finds such potential for growth from the coming of obstacles, difficulties & unforeseen challenges . . . it's realizing it in the moment that evades many of us.
Stepping out of character was all to welcoming last night - Halloween seems to breath such lust for lost inhibitions. Adorning some Diesel leather pants, a black crocodile skin belt, a rather tight Tee, samurai sword and Venetian midnight mask (intending a sort of a shadow/sexy theme); I set out upon West Hollywood's parade of omnivores - a true collage of participants. You know our society is making leaps of liberty when you see a 93 year old grandma shoving a stroller with a grin of fascination amidst an audience of fairytale meets soft porn. Hanzel & Gretel-like children meandering the forest of flesh, hawkers, stalkers, glitter & ostrich feather, cartoon characters & blood suckers, scarlet stilettos, robotic stilts . . really boring, amazing, unthinkable, unforgivable costumes including every shade of chartreuse imaginable.
Love this childhood memory lane holiday - for once it gives everyone a chance to truly TAKE OFF THEIR MASK and wear their true colors!
Not much to report on broken pumpkin promises (ie: no culinary trivia or recipe today). I'd like to claim some better reason . . . but after having passed my "Buddhist Exam" I naturally felt inclined to celebrate//thus bringing a screeching halt to two full weeks of alcohol free living!!! A notoriously horrific blend of Irish Whiskey & $22 tall Margaritas & late nite hotdog consumption has me feeling slightly immersed in shall we say . . a pool of bio-plasmic nausea. Ironically, I did drag my crying remains of a body to the gym for a 9:30 heart attack spin session with Guy ... excreting ounces of "Rita O'Brien" sweat. Needless to say, I am selfishly craving a bounty of electrolytes, quality sleep & conscious awakening to a fresh day full of love, financial abundance and candy corn!
Till manana - Chef Scotty signing or shall I say sighing out!!!
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