Sunday, December 28, 2008

MY NEW STORE AT ARTFIRE!!!

CLICK ON THE POST TITTLE!!! yipiiii






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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

SUMMER TIMEEEEEE


...And the living is eaaaaaasyyyyy!

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

BLOGGING UNDER THE INFLUENCE

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

The fricks come out at night

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 NI√Ďa 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


For the picture to show off a day after the cold and a grey spring advancing , still colorless , but somehow gently ghostly. Trying to come out of the bush of ghosts, knowing everyone wants her.  So arrogant even in its premature ugliness so gorgeous to me.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Le Friday night


NO school tomorrow, no waki aki, a couple of cold beers to go with the snow outside, a little diner and woooosh! bliss is on you, don't wash it off. Enjoy  Friday night.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

REAL ESTATE


A grand solution, exercise your mind forget about credit go to your nearest washateria and get shrunk to a pinky, now go and check your new crib with the happy pinks and sea blues. Oooooooh! bliss was always near.....

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

COMING BACK


Sunday night, coming back home after some good skiing day.....the sky was on fire suspended in explosions of fantastic clouds. A smile from within to all.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Just Before Bed...

Do it!!! Dare you!!!! Just before bed, a good move


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


I'm sleepy ,sleepy, no functioning today, haven't posted in 3 or 4 days. My love blog, you are not so hot anymore. Gotta wake up, I will consider laying off drugs and alcohol...next week.

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

Gutten Mojning, Monday day

Just a little fire under my ass today after I saw this. GOTTA LOOVE IT!!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Straight into Sunday


This sunday is fiercely cold and I wish I didn't jump saturday. I had to make a surprise paella birthday party for a good friend and it took all my time. No school tomorrow so stay up late sweets! let's find a celebratory picture now!!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Friday two hour delayed


It snowed last night about 4" so school was delayed for 2 hours (??) I don't really know exactly why but such is life in the tropics. It is a goooorgeous day out and  I have to get ready for later since I'm still alive today. WooP! Photo !!
Learn the U today will ya??

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Tamale making Thursday


Went to the Tsangs all morning to make tamales. And you? Perfect day to see the trees and make  a tamal. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Sunny and cold in Ny state


This was a hard day to get up brrrr! is now sunny and ready to roll so go live a bit more  of your own life, be it you are grocery shopping or collectin insects in the Aconcagua. Cheers feller earthling!

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



I have decided to give this grand dinner for just us, just because, no reason other than fresh flowers, this is how my dining room looked like right before dinner. you like??
And for dessert we had a replica of this simple sweets. likey?

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Domingo, domingete


Sun-day, with sun. But it did now turn into night time enough for a picture. soon enough I will  morph into something else. This here blog will ...grow.

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!

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.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

A lick of spring in winter


Amazing to wake up today with nearly 60 degrees Fahrenheit, rainyng morning to lift the grey 2 hours later, a real tease from last week's mornings of 4 or 5 degrees, Our poor poor planet, how unpredictable has become. And how i love this chunks of warmth, like crumbs to a hen. Cocoricoooo!

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.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Out of time


No time for anything today, just a pretty picture. Farewell blog. The menu of the charcuterie of St. Jean de Luz, where I bought some yummy hams before. mmmmm!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Sunday Mooorrning


  Dia de Reyes!! today is the three wise man's day, in Spain this is our gift giving day instead of the 25th.  So we get lucky twice in this holidays.  Something was in their shoes this morning for my kiddies. It is also a good day to go skiing and that's what we'll do.
Picture tiiime!

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!




Any Friday is good! I'll take them, no waking up early no going to bed to soon. Iam absolutely uninspired right now so I'll just say Good morning matrix!
To choose a piiicture!     I feel like a black birdoid , i do

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!


How cool is this little guy? He sells cloth patches of his own drawings transferred to cotton. Just
hilarious and funny. Kids today!!



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?

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

pupucaca


pretty pupucaca tried to birth a blog
setting  plenty of ice 
on her old eggnog
a lady heard her whine
and told her to buzz off
then  pretty pupucaca
pooped a molotov

Brand New

This is my first attempt to open my own blog so bear with me my technologic growing pains...
I am also playing with posting pictures and oh how inadequate is this all making me feel. wohoo! colored words and funky fonts, oh my!


  • Happy new year to all, health and warmth and someone to share it all with!!
Magic for you and me and that man in the brown suit
leaning on the wall.