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My father is a Man made of Copper November 9, 2012

Delirium is real. 

My father is a man made of copper. He is valuable, and useful no matter if his head is bandaged or he is in a hospital bed bitching about anything–yesterday when I called him he answered the Phone.  My Dog loves me, because he said “I’m on the port-a-potty taking a shit can we talk later? ” I never wonder where my strange and disturbing perception of life originated. Candid is my nemesis. Any how, I pulled this link from Public Health site about delirium. My dad’s tests for that will be modified for “I’m not right in the head” tests.


I’m a Bubble Ninja-I Pop in Your bad Eye ANd The Other I BLind October 17, 2012

One day I fell in deep like with “to blow” some  bubbles on the thick green patch of lawn at my disposal at school

Unfortunately, for the bubbles and I when I blow them they  burst in my eyes.

The next day I blew bubbles in spite of the whites of my red and irritated eyes.

The following day it rained and a depression shot downwards into my spinal cord as cold and as quick as life matters.

I picked up my bubble paraphernalia; I blow bubbles because I’m on this earth to do exactly that.

Not to blow bubbles asshole, but to repeat the same mistake–with every implication of insanity

Again and over again–if only I shit rainbows or ate razor blades–I blow bubbles with each one to burst in my eye.

Like I said, repeat the same mistake and fuck myself parallel. Got it?

Picture: Gabrielle Rossetti “FlamingJune” So sumptuous.


Engage in some. (So I don’t feel like I must) October 10, 2012


I push the rock up the hill,

so hard it falls down the other side.Image

Slowly, I walk up the hill,

and down the other side.

It looks the same–another hill.

Once more I push the rock up the hill,

so hard it falls down the other side.

I struggle to walk up the hill,

then down the other side.  Great.

It looks like a mountain this time.

Another hill piled upon another hill.

Again I push the rock up the mountain,

so hard it falls down the other side.

Now I’m crawling up the mountain

Then my old bones tumble down— I ache.

As I lay weary and tired…sleep descends

upon my ragged body…I dream of

cumulus clouds puffy and mountainous.

I lay there asleep  in a ball.  The rock rested.

Seriously, What the hell is the point?



Green MarblesYo… September 7, 2012

Green MarblesYo…. Please read this entry which I wrote during my dad’s first brain surgery. Now, on his third, I’m accepting that this tumor is like superman, but I pray for God’s will. Good orderly Direction. Thank you.


CRS August 11, 2012

I’m horrified that I arrived home with the excitement of a girl holding the secret to the perfect movie, and all the action to surfeit disclosure depended on me inserting this disk dohickee into the greedy, hungry slot of the extraexperimental machine beneath my TV in a wooden slot:it lives there. When I sung out in chords never received by the ambience of our little homepad the safe arrival of my jewel to my cohort in life he sung back in a b flat tenor: we saw that movie. I try to recall the plot (twists?) or god it sucked asscubes, but the medication for my migraines, though I stopped it a week ago, still not only keeps my shit out of my ass stupid it also has a lagging effect of making it deeper too.

Not even my dog can pull me out of this fast enough, Miraculax?


St. Francis wrote a Prayer that helps me Help You…if You choose it. June 30, 2012

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Jessica Lintor “Beginning of Time”

Okay folks, yes this man was a Catholic Preacher and monk. He started the Franciscan order in which their primary function was to live in poverty and weirdly enough show love and affection towards animals. St Francis also started a women’s order and another group of which I know not a frucking thing. But when the grass grew too high that I could no longer see the holes gophers made and I lost one shoe I reflected that perhaps… and off I started to fall off the end of the earth into a sea of ink on fire with that light purple shade–Ahhhhh, I dug in my mental heels into the gray matter…so I contemplated as the sun went down, and the mosquitos I noticed ate my skin for dinner, how much better can life really become for a girl like me.  “I’m a smartass”, I thought to myself, and “I’m witty and I’m pithy,”- none of those words comforted me. I thought of the word, “pillow” or “river” or “sea-bed” or “God”. I stopped. My family never attended Church; my swimming meets always maintained a higher priority. The only time I spoke the word “God” happened when I learned that neat phrase by the loved and never forgotten Nietzsche “God is dead”. Not so neat I learned later on after all those days chanting that phrase. My Dad always reminded me as if it were a reminder, that I would learn to regret saying it. I asked him why. He just replied, “You will, and you’ll know why.” Their be and went my religious training until much later. 

Thank my stars that I learned this prayer after the starvation of my much-needed nutrition deprived spirit: Sarah M. sings

Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi:

[Lord], make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury,pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, 

Grant that I may not so much seek

to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;


” I never change, I just… June 15, 2012

” I never change, I just become more myself.” Joyce Carol Oates.

ImageThe implication of Oates’ quote neither comforts me nor deludes

me into the belief that perpetuating me into quantities of more  

would feel like lovely intoxication or would be my successful  attempt at altruism.

Intoxication only like ballet for one round of leaps nor altruism, because kind act in my world could kill me.

Right now, I’m closer to wanting to hug the big black teddy bear, than wearing any colored ribbons

that explain an alibis for my perversion for boobs, so

Down Poison. Good song by 3 Doors Down.

  Do you like the Dandy Warhols?

Before you go nuts because of the Title to the song, Listen:

Lyrics :’Hard On For Jesus‘, by The Dandy Warhols.
Album: …The Dandy Warhols Come Down.

Oh yeah, Jesus (Oh yeah, Jesus)
You Got me Going (Got Me Going)
And I know just like I know
No way of knowin’ (no way of knowin’)
I gotta have faith (gotta have faith)
I gotta believe (gotta believe)
That the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings
Come and set me free (come set me free)

Oh yeah, Jesus (Oh yeah, Jesus)
You Got me Going (Got Me Going)
And I know just like I know
No way of knowin’ (no way of knowin’)
I gotta have faith (gotta have faith)
I gotta believe (gotta believe)
That the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings
Come and set me free (come set me free)


Gazoontite. TTThat’s allll folks. Have a day that you wish to have!


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