Image altered by me via Wikipedia BLOWYI feel stuck. Image via Wikipedia OSCII can see why. You’re always planted in the same spot. BLOWYIt sucks. OSCIThat’s a fan of a different breed. BLOWY No. Being me sucks, all stationary like, staring at the same damn wall day after day. OSCI Not me. I… Continue reading
Ramblings of a work-deprived housewife caught in the squall of a fan. Image altered by me via Wikipedia. To fan or not to fan, a mind-blowing question that mystifies many a sweaty pit misfit. If it’s hot, you fan. If you admire someone from afar, you are a fan. A fan belt is an antagonistic… Continue reading
Image via Wikipedia A CONVERSATION IN C SHARP. INT. PUB – NIGHT D MAN Choir Lady was my inspiration. She encouraged me to sing. SHRILL MOMMA(Eating a crab cake and drinking wine) I sing in the shower. D MAN Choir Lady and I sang in church. That’s where I learned to play the organ. SHRILL… Continue reading
Image via Wikipedia Counter-clockwise, with a 4/4 beat. Life does the two-step.
Please stick with me on this because I’m going to be pulling a lot of this blurbage out of my ass. I know. Not a pretty image, but I have to get this out, because frankly, it’s constipating. Woody Guthrie said it best with the song, This land is your land, this land is my… Continue reading
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Shear Torture. If hair could talk, mine would be speaking its last rites. An inch off is what I said. Two to three-inches off is what I got. A great bang for the buck. I don’t think so. More like getting banged by a buck, in the monetary sense. The hair-grazing experience began with seven… Continue reading
Road to nowhere Shabby Street One wrong turn down Shabby Street where driveways crumble on lots condemned. Front doors boarded. No one’s home. That car left long ago. Ten years of stuff packed then hauled. Toys tossed in dumpsters in the back. Families shattered like broken glass. Along the hall, in empty rooms, dust settles between the cracks of… Continue reading
Be back in a day or two, as soon as I can find a way through the clouds.
Image by labguest via Flickr thought doodling and loop-de-loops slows traffic in my brain. http://www.flickr.com/photos/labguest/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0 Something doesn’t pass the smell test. Not in the odor sense but in the seemingly color sharp cinematography of the alleged real world. No popcorn or Junior Mints here. Just the dark schism of elitism and holier than… Continue reading