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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-9447795793212664052011-05-17T08:31:00.001-05:002011-05-17T08:31:50.665-05:00she...had a long, emotional day<b>She<br />finally<br />sat down<br />alone.<br /><br />Her home was<br />quiet.<br />Even the<br />television<br />made no<br />noise.<br /><br />She had missed<br />this-<br />and<br />that.<br />But,<br />she had accomplished<br />the other.<br />And it was easier<br />than<br />she thought.<br /><br />It lessened<br />the<br />'pain'<br />of what<br />she had missed.<br /><br />And she drank a beer<br />or two<br />with her friend.<br />And they laughed.<br /><br />Then reality kicked back in.<br /><br />She went home.<br />The friend stayed.<br /><br />The long, emotional day<br />continues for<br />some. </b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-84900398759427358882010-06-16T07:58:00.001-05:002010-06-16T08:01:14.188-05:00WednesdayDid he say<br />'juice tornado'?<br /><br />And, they will know<br />they will miss<br />mat time...<br />if I tell them the<br /><br />possibility<br /><br />of<br />swimming.<br /><br />But right now it's<br />cold oatmeal.<br />(Got a microwave?)<br />and<br />some form of<br />food<br />for them<br />and<br /><br />The Humane Society.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-91533814550438901542009-12-30T15:16:00.000-06:002009-12-30T15:17:03.228-06:00grrOK.<br />How do I stop the spamming?!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-28082338485313301272009-08-31T07:35:00.003-05:002009-08-31T07:40:04.043-05:00she needs footingOnce upon a time she was able to manage her time.<br />Her online friends.<br />And her 'IRL' friends.<br />Once upon a time the two<br />sets<br />of friends <br />intermingled.<br /><br />Now, only her mind is <br />intermingled.<br /><br />Do you know how to <br />ground <br />her?<br />She needs footing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-66296447927906547362009-02-26T19:33:00.002-06:002009-02-26T19:37:02.255-06:00she...the night before tomorrowBlog post<br />wants some toast?-<br />Carl is in an ape-man suit.<br />No worries,<br />he is the only ape-man up here.<br /><br />Pictures.<br />has pictures of you<br />from the other night.<br />And you look<br />MARVELOUS<br />Dahling!!<br /><br />That one wants<br />chocolate milk.<br />That one wants rest.<br />That one is a <br />too-small<br />Dash.<br /><br />She just wants to<br />get her<br />'stupid'<br />on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-13378679783440345672009-01-22T16:46:00.001-06:002009-01-22T16:46:47.116-06:00she...Ja 22Sometimes she misses seeing you.<br />And...<br />having you see her.<br />She has even taken a few photos.<br />But<br />she deleted them.<br />Do you want to see<br />any<br />of her?<br /><br />With the last drop of wine,<br />she swallowed a pill.<br />Like Alice:<br />One makes you big;<br />and one makes you small.<br />Time will tell her, soon enough,<br />which direction she is headed.<br /><br />The soothing bubbling<br />of the aquarium<br />reminds her that<br />the silence will only last<br />so<br />long.<br /><br />And that will be fine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-707702048224600022009-01-18T16:33:00.000-06:002009-01-18T16:34:08.517-06:00grr!Have I been so out of the effing blog loop that I can no longer even DELETE a mistake of 'posting' something twice...??<br />Sheesh!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-71825007648838120202009-01-17T17:47:00.002-06:002009-01-17T18:28:11.866-06:00she...irritated"Why do you send those types of 'pics'?"<br />She had a twist tie in her mouth.<br />Half in her mouth.<br /><br />"Hey!"<br />She kicked the sofa to get his attention.<br />"Why do you, huh? I know that is what you are doing with your mobile phone. I know you are taking 'pics' and then sending them to people. Why?"<br /><br />She repeated this question.<br />Over and over.<br /><br />In a sing-song voice.<br /><br />She sounded like a popcorn kernel<br />that went down the<br />garbage disposal.<br /><br />"Why? Why? Why?"<br />One last,<br />final,<br />hard kick.<br />She moved the sofa.<br />Jarred his<br />comfortable<br />sitting position.<br /><br />"Why don't you ever fucking send them to me?"~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-88346525541711373242009-01-17T17:47:00.000-06:002009-01-17T18:19:39.555-06:00she...irritated"Why do you send those types of 'pics'?"<br />She had a twist tie in her mouth.<br />Half in her mouth.<br /><br />"Hey!"<br />She kicked the sofa to get his attention.<br />"Why do you, huh? I know that is what you are doing with your mobile phone. I know you are taking 'pics' and then sending them to people. Why?"<br /><br />She repeated this question.<br />Over and over.<br /><br />In a sing-song voice.<br /><br />She sounded like a popcorn kernel<br />that went down the<br />garbage disposal.<br /><br />"Why? Why? Why?"<br />One last,<br />final,<br />hard kick.<br />She moved the sofa.<br />Jarred his<br />comfortable<br />sitting position.<br /><br />"Why don't you ever fucking send them to me?"~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-58858805798142973172008-12-10T16:37:00.004-06:002008-12-10T16:43:06.908-06:00Phonography HNT<embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller.swf?lyricid=465334510&border=12&bordert=24.6&bgfont=0xFFFFFF&bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/greenturntable.gif&filter=0x000000&filtert=25&txt=0xFFFFFF&fontname=arial&fontsize=15&speed=4.1" quality="high" bgcolor="#006666" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /><br /> - <a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/britney-spears-lyrics.html" title="Britney Spears Lyrics">Britney Spears Lyrics</a></embed><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5GVpEmDp05Lzc4uzqPMFVncbE_XSg0hNGBVg27gdgxNnlPGlsvXsN8Ase-OqPy41KG-FJG5nAsTW2oAoGQ3PT9hQNJNte6IzzGw-S6Q0xau03P7UgbwDkN_WdbfvMsSiuQVLttSAkuQl/s1600-h/Oct,+Nov+%26+presents+08+099-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5GVpEmDp05Lzc4uzqPMFVncbE_XSg0hNGBVg27gdgxNnlPGlsvXsN8Ase-OqPy41KG-FJG5nAsTW2oAoGQ3PT9hQNJNte6IzzGw-S6Q0xau03P7UgbwDkN_WdbfvMsSiuQVLttSAkuQl/s320/Oct,+Nov+%26+presents+08+099-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278294918971389202" /></a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMXD53mt6lc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMXD53mt6lc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-88467568261036503762008-12-08T16:59:00.000-06:002008-12-08T17:15:18.526-06:00she on a September Tuesday“It’s called progress,” she said. <br /> “PROG-GRESS!”<br /><br />She emphasized the word with a snarky tone.<br />And a flip of her hair.<br />With her arm extended she held her hand up and spread her fingers. She admired the silver and gold rings that did not adorn her.<br /><br />“I didn’t mind her being here,” she spoke very softly, “in fact, I enjoyed it. You know?” A reminiscent giggle escaped. Before she had a chance to put her emotions in check. “I can’t believe the first thing I did, before even shutting all the windows, was to start a load of laundry. Do you believe that?”~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-6221668857173646102008-10-15T16:36:00.001-05:002008-10-15T16:36:26.854-05:00she...on a FridayEarly<br />hoped for<br />postponement<br />tried to<br />use<br />self-induced<br />agoraphobia.<br /><br />3 sisters<br />5 cousins<br />50mg<br />of<br />(Viagra?)<br />only-not.<br />And not<br />expired July '06.<br />Relaxing.<br />Calm.<br />'Cry to Me'<br />dancing.<br /><br />Hours later<br />different location.<br />Door chained.<br />Remain chained for<br />22 hours.<br />She was<br />intoxicated.<br />On<br />1, 2...<br />how many?-<br />substances.<br />She<br />does not<br />know<br /><br />moderation.~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-52495183497919544842008-09-15T15:13:00.001-05:002008-09-15T15:15:31.819-05:00she...snappingFunny thing is I hear the snapping and I want to jump up.<br />Like Pavlov's dog.<br />But instead, I think about the beer I had a bitch of a time opening<br />and I think about the story with the bears and the little girl.<br />O I wonder about the snapping.<br />And I will jump.<br />Eventually.<br />I wonder if there are surveillance cameras.<br />I wonder if I ask<br />will that be setting myself up for something I can't handle?~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-27758636089403835312008-09-15T14:04:00.002-05:002008-09-15T14:27:55.509-05:00she had coffee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/211/2/f/an_evil_coffee_by_nasht_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/211/2/f/an_evil_coffee_by_nasht_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And he said, "It isn't polite to stare."<br />And she told him, "You stared right back!"<br />And he said, "I had to assert my dominance."<br /><br />Or something like that.<br />It was over an hour. Even over 2 hours.<br />Could have been longer. <br />But there was a mess up with the alphabet.<br /><br />He talked.<br />Much more than he thought he would.<br />His eyes <br />crinkled<br />a bit at the corners <br />when he smiled.<br /><br />He smiled<br />a lot.<br /><br />She wanted to touch his face.<br />But steeled for his hand.<br /><br />The best part was when <br />a loose strand of hair<br />stuck in the corner of<br />her mouth.~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-37656652103357857962008-09-11T17:02:00.000-05:002008-09-11T17:03:21.316-05:00she...September 10She was in the kitchen. Not a Betty Crocker kitchen; but a real kitchen. Probably more than 6 cabinets. Probably. And she stomped around making ‘monster’ noises while dragging the one foot that didn’t wear a house shoe. A house shoe. Y’know?-a slipper, basically, that has an ‘outside friendly’ sole. She heard the voice right behind her. Right next to her ear. In her ear. Quiet and fast. She forgot the words as soon as they had been spoken. Had the voice come from another person it would have sent chills down her spine. She was suddenly very aware. Of not being alone. She tried to recall the words. And her memory failed her. Yet the voice...the voice she heard may have been several voices speaking in unison. She stood a moment longer. Decided she would not be afraid. The night continued as usual.~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-83285451516865081002008-09-07T17:52:00.002-05:002008-09-07T17:59:03.667-05:00She...September 7th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u269/zerogravitygirlphotobucket/ComeAsYourMadness.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u269/zerogravitygirlphotobucket/ComeAsYourMadness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"What happened after that?" He asked.<br /><br />She twisted a strand of hair around her finger, bit her lower look<br />averted her eyes (O Lord!)<br />then said,<br />"What the fuck do you want me to tell you? What? That I probably lost my fucking mind and that this one lost her mind and that one did...?"<br /><br />She sat on her knees, rocked back a bit; filled with some kind of<br />repressed?-anger?<br />Only, not repressed because it is always there.<br /><br />"Do you want to hear about the sex or the drugs first? Because there was no fucking rock and roll! We had no fucking electricity! What do you want to hear?-that I managed to keep my fucking nervous breakdown in check while everyone else fucking fell apart around me?" She paused. Thinking. Her mind drifted and she lost her train of thought.<br /><br />He had a shocked expression that he tried damn hard to conceal. Didn't work.<br /><br />"Did you want some endamame?" She had left the spit of rage in the previous minute. The minute that will never happen again.<br /><br />"Yes," he answered, "I would."~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-36344438579013518252008-09-07T17:33:00.000-05:002008-09-07T17:34:41.161-05:00An answerSomeone asked, "Where do you live?"<br />and she answered, "I live within the 'Cone of Error'."~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-17883729070911132732008-09-06T15:00:00.004-05:002008-09-06T15:09:45.836-05:00GustavThe little chunk of sidewalk is where Things 1 and 2 catch the school bus.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7sr7sgO51NJuy__hsoR4W3qzmyKbbtN5-Q5Fg8sbKxba-Wota8_8o45WCGh3wwP6vOefVGf4JKVlnsa6OC_POmGNC6oC6pFLDDx47l_O8Nlb4zYjjQU1E5264Frsc8VFBpz3o3Dt_xgj/s1600-h/gustav+2008+034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7sr7sgO51NJuy__hsoR4W3qzmyKbbtN5-Q5Fg8sbKxba-Wota8_8o45WCGh3wwP6vOefVGf4JKVlnsa6OC_POmGNC6oC6pFLDDx47l_O8Nlb4zYjjQU1E5264Frsc8VFBpz3o3Dt_xgj/s320/gustav+2008+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243001365429515186" /></a><br /><br /><br />(Thank you)<br />for <br />the well wishes.<br /><br />Grr.<br />Lots of wind. Not too much rain.<br />Loss of power. Only 4 days this time.<br />Another storm out there, too.<br /><br />My love to: <br /><a href="http://clangboomphotos.blogspot.com/">This dude</a> and <a href="http://sparkleseahorse.blogspot.com/">this chick</a>.<br />Gustav liked you more.~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-18877593528431316982008-08-31T07:42:00.001-05:002008-08-31T07:43:52.997-05:00Hurricane Gustav bearing down on on Louisiana...~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-27344521684124695682008-07-25T12:38:00.003-05:002008-07-25T12:42:57.531-05:00f r i d a yIt is a <br />hot as eff<br />I need to lower the a/c<br />just another<br />(Manic...)<br />nope-<br />Friday<br />in (the park?)<br />no!<br />July!<br />Hot town...<br />(summer in the...)<br />Yup.<br />And what have<br />I done?<br />Accomplished?<br />Hmmm.<br />I have<br />read-<br />a lot.<br />And<br />I have taken on<br />several (new)<br />and weird<br />(The transformation is almost complete!)<br />responsibilities.<br />Weird ones.<br />Things 1 and 2<br />are<br />well-and<br />happy.<br />I have been told.<br />I vacuumed.~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-37499168127153439202008-07-24T16:58:00.004-05:002008-07-24T17:02:20.059-05:00Love me some ChickyBabe!!<span style="font-weight:bold;">O happy daay!! <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> (click the link/title to see CB's pics)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLERLrQ79mDBCCgtF9oi0jZ0uM2fKXD62XNzEEY7lYveXsrS9Nrf5t0DUY9iZip3GANKuNNJLM4hZZkYgg5NTKfintGDC2jPPSVaYWWDBzGJBQXNwkjgsjNEKfaG8YSP2asomhGwLtYjd/s1600-h/d4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLERLrQ79mDBCCgtF9oi0jZ0uM2fKXD62XNzEEY7lYveXsrS9Nrf5t0DUY9iZip3GANKuNNJLM4hZZkYgg5NTKfintGDC2jPPSVaYWWDBzGJBQXNwkjgsjNEKfaG8YSP2asomhGwLtYjd/s320/d4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226703936977833170" /></a>~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-46780479369872700912008-07-04T07:28:00.002-05:002008-07-04T07:36:11.517-05:00...4th of July, 2008I cannot be held back by <br />thumb tacks<br />and odd things<br />I have collected and<br />want to display.<br />I cannot be held back by<br />small people<br />who look like me<br />who want to tape<br />drawings<br />and such<br />to the walls.<br />I cannot be worried about<br />too many holes in the wall<br />and I cannot worry about the hole I drilled<br />in a wooden door.<br />And I cannot get the fucking<br />Norton Antivirus<br />completely off my computer.<br />And I have probably spent way too much time and energy<br />attempting to do so!<br />And I can't figure out why <br />itunes decides which songs it wants to keep<br />and which it wants to delete.<br />And I can't get all my pics on disc<br />because I am lazy.<br />And I have closed and opened <br />a yahoo account so many times<br />it is amazing my computer doesn't flip out!<br />And why do I need norton antivirus?<br />And can you believe I have to bring the<br />condiments.<br />Because I DON'T get food stamps.<br />O, I am sure<br />we qualify,<br />but it is not something<br />(the husband)<br />wants to do.<br />And the other two <br />do get<br />food stamps.<br />This is<br />frustrating.<br />And I have been awake too long.<br />And the bottom of my feet...<br />not the 'ball'<br />of my foot,<br />rather the 'heel'<br />hurts.<br />Because I walk.<br />And I step too hard?<br />And I am reading a good book.<br />I don't know how it will end;<br />but I think a fucked up ending like everyone kind of turning into <br />Invasion of the Body Snatchers type of people-<br />I think that kind of ending could be FUN!!<br /><br /><br />P.S. Is there a 4th of July in France?~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-14237961020514294052008-06-29T20:27:00.000-05:002008-06-29T20:28:32.790-05:00she...on a Sunday<span style="font-style:italic;">She wants you to know that music is the end all be all.<br />Today, at any rate.<br /><br />She listens to the words<br />written by others.<br />Words put to<br />music.<br /><br />She listens to this<br />prose<br />(of sorts)-<br />and sometimes<br />identifies.<br /><br />And sometimes she<br />laughs<br />because<br />she identifies.<br /><br />She heard a song earlier today.<br /><br />The lyrics;<br />their meaning;<br />is far from<br />obscure.<br /><br />They are<br />"in your face" and<br />obvious and<br />almost comical and yet,<br />so incredibly blatantly<br />s e x u a l<br />!<br /><br />Do you know what she did?<br />She listened to the song<br />twice.<br />All the way through.<br /><br />The overtly erotic nature of the song...<br /><br />Smiling.<br />Almost laughing.<br />And wanting to share the song...<br />with<br />(him).</span>~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457836426218796966.post-48317285523099968652008-06-27T16:16:00.003-05:002008-06-29T20:35:22.080-05:00Do you know Ed or Brad?after I picked up the phone for the eleven-millionth time...AFTER I picked it up is when I realized I had been dialing the wrong number. I mean, the number was a correct number. It was A correct number.<br />Do you understand what I am trying to say?<br />I was calling the wrong effing person!<br />I just didn't flippin' know it.<br /><br />So then I put a piece of pork in the oven and forgot to turn the oven on. Doesn't cook very well that way.<br />But, no worries, because when Ed and Brad get here later the food will either BE cooked or Ed can slide up to me and in that smooth voice of his, or is it Brad's?-and he can say:<br />"Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions."~dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05649981455476311835noreply@blogger.com3