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Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Time passing
it is going all over the place the time to run amok amongst people's lives . So many huffiness and puffiness and goings and stayings , so many of those so absolute to make a statement. it has become a spread out sneeze , a vein to feed a whole desert , a not enough feeding ground to dig on. This words of mine are scarce and few in between. I have so many riding's in this Apocalypse of a pretty life , my horse is retiring. I am a felon of screaming inside and listening to myself , denying your voice and throwing myself in the batter of the words I want to be caulked with. time and love for one selves's nothingness has passed to become trait and a lingering i=object of desire, deal with it.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
FOX NEWS POEM
A poem in adoring prose , or maybe in a rhyme all just for FOX , all from the brine. Such eloquence , such rabid edge , not everyone is born to fetch , the kneading and teething , the o'reilly factor , a bit of a lynching a tad of a crack pot . You must allow , your soul to indulge in their sold crotch to sow. They 've been brutalized by their father's scorn and now is their candor that we get the core. If your eyes were erased by soulless meats then you must embrace the death of a heart the silence of a thousand screams , a lovely morning will turn again when you turn a knob and the calm begins , the quiet of truth never to be known by such a cold crew in a big toe corn. Pray for our sweet witches and our fix-it-all warlocks , their future goes grimmer with Fox at the parlor. Your cousin might burn , your dog might squeal , but by Thor and Odin , and electra , Poseidon and all the Harlem Globber trotters and your God and virgin and all these cherubs in hemp loin cloths , and by Tutatis and Axterix with his loyal Obelix, and by George and his dog and by all of those that mattered and plan to be watered in a spur of growth without weed killer involved, you must very well bet your ass Fox News will deliver the weed killer straight to your brain . Breath it in if you like or puke in a pew before the all might ,or keep on the channel and kill down the voice , while your four year old voices over good 'ol sponge Bob.
Friday, May 16, 2008
FRIDAY NIGHT PRAYER
Oh dearest supreme one , if you read blogs, know that I wish all humans and animals in the world a peaceful night. Oh maker of all, humor me and be. I pray for the enlightenment of human beasts abroad, the passing out of horrid elements and the exaltation of those that need to be heard. The temporary silencing of those empty screamers of nothing and the release of diction of those that should be writing . Hear me out Mighty sponge, and squeeze out of you the goodness of intellect amongst those of us who have grown diminished of it, proportion in all your benevolence , the favor of speech in good marriage with sense , a bridge , if you will of practice and theory embodied by the most worked and sunk of souls and a ray of light itself. Forbid the dark shadow of incompetence and the arrogance of ignorance to have a fuck, and if they do force them to wear a condom .
And with this small prayer of hope in all i say thanks for the many wrongs you are going to right tonight.
my little being is now thankful.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
THE PRETTINESS OF ME
Pretty spring , hot and now cold, reviving and dying again. The allergy prick to an alabaster skin. An iceberg imploding , the song of a robin, my hand in yours with the touch that cures. Obama is a coming while clinton is crumbling , your lips in my nipple ,my interior ripple.
Report cards are due and everyone's good, ah the blossoms of life , that spurs with a bribe, my poem , your socks, the flower , his cock. All closely related , down here in Jaded, don't wake me you old breath, I sweat in my girth. The trick is unleashed , the point conquered, your needle is sturdy, you got me all pampered. Spring is a whore that everyone 's paying.
with shugah.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
The Ability of
I so know NO ONe looks at this blog, this is the way I like it actually just in the sliver of a chance someone would, and that's it. No more fat for you. You sarracen dogs, wanting so much for nothing. Noah! I will dish it out as I can puke it. You my major no one , my finger link , the solo trip , you can wait some more, for the volcano is about to erupt and it is not going to smell like a manwich , it 'll be to elevated to be inhaled. So wait and finger yerself until the next put out of NIÑa MALAAAAA!
har har har
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Jut got beat up by you in my nose, at the peak of it's crest. Give it to me again so I can react fast enough. Knock your lights out is what I oughtta ...The Ludite in me is still biting on my ass , as if I didn't know a chunk of my words were just swallowed by this whore computer, showing what it wants to and obliterating the one reality I run on. The spelling check, on my back , following my every word, measuring every length, a little dictator of modified expression, not aiming to destroy, ....all the time, but actually becoming constructive and somewhat following a thread.
If now Armageddon wants to exist somewhere and spread all over, It would not be able to take away this words, NOT this time, They have been SAVED , they have a guarantee of being. There is a space in this fart fast of a time in which this spurt message has been thrown out to be collected. Just a little fight of terrain , always non existent , with a convincing source.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
SEARCHING
Friday, March 7, 2008
Le Friday night
Sunday, February 17, 2008
REAL ESTATE
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
COMING BACK
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
HEAD LOVE
A Migraine beating woke me up this morning, kicking my whole brain around like Beckman would, hugged tightly around my popcorn head , like an escaped demon holding on for change . Aggressive and lumpy this migraine is allowed to fuck my head for I know I let her. It's longevity lies in my sole power, my absolutism of this slice of ham my body is. I have the weapon of its destruction, in the form of a little white pill, mwwuahahaha! So after my steaming earl grey has pushed those two swirly bits of bread down my throat and found them a cushy seat to see the fireworks , I threw the white warrior in my mouth and the last sip of tea carried it down to its formidable destiny. The sea of mars and the galaxies from within and its dead parents met this device at the end of the tunnel and guided it to the light, the final jump to one more immortality in the saga of the pill. The explosion of its fusion with the carrier juices has reached its purpose and the message is finally sent. Little Hermes is spreading the word of peace through out the Valley of gods my brain is... and slowly after some well devised plan of dialogue, the peace reaches and spreads accordingly to design...and the bright light has been of use once again for that little white martyr, giving its life for the creator of that universe. Me myself and I.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
SWEET MOTHA
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
..AND GOOD MORNING TO YA STRANGER..
THis is a fight I had last night, boy my jaw hurts...Briggite Bardot Versus Claudia Cardinale wow!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Straight into Sunday
Friday, January 18, 2008
Friday two hour delayed
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tamale making Thursday
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Sunny and cold in Ny state
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
ORDINARY DAY, MAGIC
I'm listening to a podcast about the knights Templar, the group of men formed in the 12th century with the idea of fighting the infidels and recuperate holy lands from them in the name of religion. There is such a stigma surrounding this order, somehow they seem to me as a bunch of self righteous minute man with the cross up front. I also find them awkwardly desirable on account that they were after all ..knights.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Dinner party...casual
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Domingo, domingete
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Hello Saturday
Purty party dress
Area of conflict
Yesterday's migraine woke up with me again today, my mission, to expatriate it from my system, my weapon: chemical pill with nano-bots armed up to their teeth with neurontransmitters containing a synapsial conducive solution that will interface with the molecular tissue wrapping the offending matter. It will be re-directed into a corral of lost neurons ready to be recycled into a form fitting purty party dress.HA!
Area of conflict
Yesterday's migraine woke up with me again today, my mission, to expatriate it from my system, my weapon: chemical pill with nano-bots armed up to their teeth with neurontransmitters containing a synapsial conducive solution that will interface with the molecular tissue wrapping the offending matter. It will be re-directed into a corral of lost neurons ready to be recycled into a form fitting purty party dress.HA!
Friday, January 11, 2008
The day of Mud
mug of the shot glass
I started my pottery classes again, what a wanted situation. I really enjoy having my hands squeeze a form out of the mass clay is. I have big plans for this trade, it will start showing itself in my Urbangipsy store soon. For today that's all folks. The picture is one of my little coffee shot mini mugs I made before.
I started my pottery classes again, what a wanted situation. I really enjoy having my hands squeeze a form out of the mass clay is. I have big plans for this trade, it will start showing itself in my Urbangipsy store soon. For today that's all folks. The picture is one of my little coffee shot mini mugs I made before.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A lick of spring in winter
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Tsang Lunch
the Tsang's.
Must make delicious lunch for tsangs ( robot voice) must make delicious lunch for Tsangs. Today is the day when lunch won't just be a hurried mindless attempt to quiet my tripes, Today is indeed a challenge in good taste. The tsang's come over for lunch. From the tsangitoid species , this batch of people have been build to savour the fine greens and the tender meats of this side of the Pelopponesseus . Allow me oh god blog inspiration as well as determination to shock and awe this creatures of un- terrenal habits. Here is a photo of Master Tsang.
Must make delicious lunch for tsangs ( robot voice) must make delicious lunch for Tsangs. Today is the day when lunch won't just be a hurried mindless attempt to quiet my tripes, Today is indeed a challenge in good taste. The tsang's come over for lunch. From the tsangitoid species , this batch of people have been build to savour the fine greens and the tender meats of this side of the Pelopponesseus . Allow me oh god blog inspiration as well as determination to shock and awe this creatures of un- terrenal habits. Here is a photo of Master Tsang.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Out of time
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Sunday Mooorrning
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Brown paper bag, so handy.. and cardboard oh my
Saturday, a whole day to stretch. Maybe we will do something exciting ( or not) Check This I posted on my store last night. Paper doll made with cardboard and brown supermarket paper bag, The skirt is stitched and filled with filling. I made her metal wings and she moves from side to side by her hinged waist. Loove this pick.
I have more recycled material, this painting with collaged feet, was Made with oil paint sticks,acrylics,paste,and medium was part of my son's Christmas present . Side of a cardboard box.See it for yourself. I'll name it " Voltage feet"
Friday, January 4, 2008
Good Friday!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Lived in house
This lived in house is a magic place to explore, where childish play and grown up dreams get mutated into one same thing. This place is a New York City apartment, where a mother and her little young lings live and grow and dream. My best friend's place.
This is a sunny place in a cold , cold day.Life happens here!!!
I can deal with THIS bugger!
Brutally cold
Brrrr! Very cold and icy morning , we woke up with just 5 icy Fahrenheit Degrees, well at least is sunny. Today I will continue to tell myself I can rearrange things in my studio ( you can, you can, you can). There must be 12 inches of snow outside and two of our front of the house bushes, have collapsed to the ground due to the weight of the ice. Well I shall continue later, glad to be around in spite of the cold.Looking for piiictuuure!!
pio pio!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Clean thy temple
A fabulous new day given to the opportunity of rearranging evil mess.Yet one more chance to discard, re-introduce and repeat oneself. The loveliness of our garbage collecting lives. Joe Neanderthal must be turning in his grave if he sees all those discarded half full lighters. And as I am very new at all this I will alert you more meaningful rants are yet to come. To choose a picture now!!
Blog,did I say that I love you today?
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