LOOKING FOR PRETTIES

I am looking and looking to see if I found something purty purty to show you - Aaah I found this beautiful collage on canvas - sold but I miss it and is something gorgeous to look at -

Let's see what e;se I find----

these are mini framed transfers on canvas- how cute are they?   

URBANGIPSY MAKES MAGIC!!! MINIATURE CHAIRS

Miniature glass chairs - Unique - 

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HELLO JACK RUSCA!!!

SOo OLD

Terribly sorry you , my third collector of words , little pocket unzipped and corroded by the elements falling on you.
Here i am to save you from suffocating in the dust of old age.
You shall be renewed soon enough and loneliness will not mingle about anymore. A promise...


kissi

DROPPING ONE IN

I am such a nerdy nerd , and such a mesclum un-lettuce part, you could say I was a kickable ass.

Beer and Twizzlers are my dinner ta-night , and I wouldn't have it any other way. Some old boring fart told me once beer was food , well , that was the one thing I learned from this spiky soul. Not so wholesome in my procured Mediterranean diet but still hearty enough to make burps meaty. I am missing a Goddamm cigarette just now and there is not a sad soul to bum them off. I have become ( mind you) one sporadic smoker , ever since I became a procreator that was a standing issue and no problem whatsoever for me to leave in a corner , just NOW , at this moment in which a write some hair tangled words it seems just the right outter limit to go through. Oh and did I say anything about the music I am hearing right now ? the dabba-dabba years didn't go around to no use let me tell ya. I am the willing light trapped in an elevator and rewarded by it with the tunes for the castigated ear that can deal with anything , like fab bachellor pad music from a closet where you shouldn't look in , magic. Given the solid I live in a forest , there is no trace of a cigui around and that'll be ok.

I am lost in this mess of words it seems I am taking you nowhere tonight and you would be just having car sex instead . I will drop my keys and let you have a good time without my blabling in the background.

I love my car tho, keep it clean.

:)

Friday night in the foggin' fog!

Seems you're caught pants down with a salute happening in the rain . So lovely so alive and finally so fluid. Rain has fallen on us and broken the ice. i feel a grateful aim towards the outside , slippery when wet and reluctant to disappearing. Lazy and slow awakening bound to happen all around , very welcomed and anticipated . One more rite of passage for those rookies and one more page to turn . With the load of life about to sprout and the one already  in motion , I can only admire your predisposition to a whim. So close to my hand to milk all that bursted mute representation of passion , and so alien for you to take it in . Lives in the confusion , many a desire able to spill on the white surface ahead , so very hidden and vulnerable at this point , so wanting to be seen in  any degree of integrity. Let me tell you the power of you exploding against the wall is just a random ability to face your own power. 

Go over or under but know that your output as a living smudge is never underminded by me.

Love to love you baby

Donna summer-

urban

HOLY GHOST

Sponge my tongue , stick it to me . So porous of you to grab on to my meat . It is plump and it is wet but it is also cheeky  to adhere yourself with no permission from me.  Run along you holy disc  so used to just be swallowed unquestioned , stop it there I wanna know what your business is trying to do to my business. I have given you the charisma no dough ever had , your little fiber is not twisting me inside , could be a needful embrace but not required as a breath . We all can have a little trouble when you insist in passing through as plain air , I will point at you the thickness that you are is not zero , it does create a conflict of friction everywhere you slip along . Remain were you were put , and stay available to my request , no need for you to assume I must have you.

In this way not much will be in need of dusting and not much more will become dust. 

Frankly , all you were cut out to do is being accomplished and there lyes  the base for this sauce being cooked , thank you so very much for functioning so very well . You have reached a godly spot.

TIRAMIZU ( or) ( cago en la hostia)

Three flavors all mixed but never coagulated together. Three families headed by fantastic people , never too gruesome and never too dedicated to have their assess licked by a fourth some. All disintegrated in a faux pas in social life. The nitty gritty of behaviour with a link , with a repercussion while doing your obliterating . The thing that at fifteen you would have laughed at and scorned someone for. So oblivious to what the natural dict amen of steps should be. Yet so influential to the steps YOU  are going to take towards it. This Tiramizu is meant to piss on your mouth , no deliciousness out of it , just crude disappointment and once more a snob from the Yale varsity to the MIT crowd. I suppose I will  lye in the MIT bunch , all the better . A hard condoning institution being scrapped for flux to something they are never supposed to be attached to . 

I knows what am saying

GET YOUR ASS TO PRODUCE

GOOD MORNINg darling , the look out of my window this morning is the same as yesterday , maybe a few more branches cracked or not. This few lines are meant to give myself a kick in the ass and observe around me the absence of needy souls to comfort , twisting my arm to realize there is no excuse to hang on to and blame for my vague movements and lazy head. I am so lucky to be alive and bla bla bla, the gift bla , yes likey likey being alive but those black holes of nothingness coming from within sure makes one feel like undeserving of the extra time . So there , I will now jump into my frozen pool and wake completely into the moment that has been designed for me.

Mornin' to you too.

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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. 

SUMMER TIMEEEEEE

...And the living is eaaaaaasyyyyy!

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 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.

BLOGGING UNDER THE INFLUENCE

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.

The fricks come out at night

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

 

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.