RAISING The HACKLES

SICKER THAN YOU--PART 2

2011-02-21T10:15:00.001-08:00

ULATE to that WHen I went into the brains for what I was seeing eech out onto the plastic and over there onto each glass that stood proudly on the top row of cleandom…I realize what I saw was none other than verifiably indescribable evidence of none other than “OLD”. It was Old. Oldness. Decrepancy was foolishly accepted as wise under guise for thrift or “use it up wear it out” etc.

I knew clothes had a shelf life…quilts…shoes…but cups and saucers and tumblers and bowls? Bowls least of all…but for the very evidence that life hammers on things. That’s the facts. When things of this nature enter our lips we are bruised inside… but unknowingly as to the HOW. We are never suspect. But until we are microscopicked our of our cheer…we accept the need not to toss something just because the white chalky stuff or leftover soap seems innocent enough. But these are toxic at any level to great, and we think our body doesn’t bare the scars INSIDE or out…for it is barely of the capacity to determine WHAT it is we were seeing there.

MY SAME voice rebuke me several years earlier about one thing no one else seemed to care about. The pans we cook from with their magic alcrity to remove the food at whose leisure? I will reconsider now never to have told this for Teflon will pout and get humongous lawsuits…so I will withdraw the implication that our own sanity says WHEN that pan is not used as suggested, by wood and plasicry…the metal utensils VIL VIPE a scar too broad NOT to see, and that then melts into your food producing such alacrity of spirit as early childhood arthritis, and premenstrualtz against cheer for further developing a child’s life in the wombs or good old fashioned headache too severe not to continue calling it post tramatic almost stroke but more likely migraine syndrome. I do not doubt you don’t believe it’s capacity to scar your heart as well…but what it doth there is something surprisingly benign. I makes you more apathetic about anything else other than eventual death for the Barely’s and the Pranks and the all too comsumerly GLOW about you is redily against any discernment that an apoxy glue will hinder the spirit with nothing more engineeringly correctour than a moxy against what’s not convenient to know… It gets against us all to return to the mortifying territory in the brain of having to work too much to get the scortched food from an all metallic and nuetritionally correct SILVER and stainless steel pan.

For short. I don’t want to pain you any longer. So I won’t. Don’t look. Don’t see, and just send those tall matching plastic or glass gobblets to school with your proudest of highSchool graduates and see what turns up at the post office. NOTHING!! They will dis your cheer to bleak them further…for all is becoming of the newness of life…even the Styrofoam stuff that suffers no reintroduction to microwave planes of reheat or replentishing in the food line at the Garbulldi-gookerts will not allow the repeat of said suchings… Even when I bring back my plastic carton for a drink refill…the fastfood will not permit it’s return into the window’s edge. Not one inch to pass their dusty outcropping for the wizzers by with auto erroticams and fumes from over stuffed tailpipes ablouwndinkt!

So I listened. And I listen still. And I toss plates ands and pans and utensils and clubbed glubbingertz and the multitude of memories of the patterns and colors and what clothes they matched…and I live like a slob. For it worn on my heart to repeat the purchase of someone’s return for not knowing that I was not vulnerable to their willingness to buy a perky set of china just for one night but to return it the next day as if not used. And THAT does and DID happen to me. And while you whistle in the night for a charge plate not to mercily bespive your spirit…do you need to now throw back e’en the garbage they call food at the supermarket for not understanding the PACKAGE it now is surrounded with is repeat, reused and recyclingly urkable…I can’t stand that you don’t see that. I don’t’ even hallow soap now, until I have washed it off before letting it touch my skin…or my mouth to the plate of plastic or paper/cardboredishness that used to quicken my pace for purchase with picnics uhClammoe’urtz! How many now of those do you attend with lackluster enthuse…for the meat if not priced right was of a secondhand nature as well.

I refuse to answer now for your apathy at what the medical profession will require you to accomplish before gaining entrance into their spirited realms…. I will not.

I don’t wary now that the plastic can they put the water in is now as suspect to purchase individual bottled purchases in 6 or 9 or 12 packed stackings…but when I see it has sat in the sun for a hundred days next to the gas/fuel pickup stand…as if no fumes hunker down there…and no sun rays boar into the panels at the sides of these invisibly packaged containers…nor do I cherish my search for a pack of rats that have climbed onto it a million times before ever delivered to your favorite department store with a bargain guaranteed price.

So long, giants of the same claim to fame as…uh…what’s his face…the famous designer and developer of…Styrofoam beGillickt millionairicamst against all cheer. He’s now not even alive…but we pretend it’s for another reason that he was no where to be found when a son when BULListicly Chinese enComeOn’d.

What y'alltz get Sick frum ain't the sames Me!! Part 1

2011-02-19T09:00:00.000-08:00

When i am stymeat for a recipe to help some for whom I have compassion just to have fallen intuh illness or just a dash o' bad health....i queary... How does it happy it ALWAYS for ME is directly for/viabsomerhing wrong to have eaten when my blood levels were this or stress was that or sugar umpteen too high....that u was too soon cured by knowing THAT broth or That liquid ir THIS amou t if rest during a particularly whoa-fuel and ceremoanzial service in life.... That i can't get said suffering indignant to see that/what befell them might have an non- allergic remedy as well???

Whenever I used to gag on gav nuts or some composition if creamed Corn... I got so cautious that i left off eating completely and thundered to a couch to crash from energy reserves failed to arrive... But was stumped particularly one a.m. To have barely lifted a glass of water to my parched lips, as now it was simply a MUST to consume something-- frankly or keel over in body awa spirit too. The very VOICe of... I would prefered to express it otherwise but it twould have the same power... A Voice still and smalll within me said 'don't drink that'.

Drink what!? I was indignant and when I advanced to placed the tumbler of water directly in front of me onto the counter…I will say that outloud I quearied… “what if I DO DRINK THIS?” … and went further to seek… but humbled silently the smaller… “So What?”

A magical thing happened as if to embrace my heart with fear and i felt a pulse with electrical pointers that lead from heart, down my arm to a wrist where, my at my thristing dismay…led at the held drink aloft. It continued back up my arm and to my lip and throat and with the eyes tagging along, denied my will to see anything but the small ring around the top edge of this particular tumbler for holding liqui-factioned impurity. I was now intrigued as I had never believed and such manifestation was ever allowed onto the human form for dealing with unlearned, unknown situation.

There, these ‘electrical’ impulses showed a rim of one cup had small white crusty patches which I called hot steam after soap gone off the plastic while rinsed in a dishwasher residue. Clear as a bell the next phase for learning jumped at me to stare: it was NOT clear.... Nor to be placed at my lips... Could it be scaling plastic from soaring tempt-Poor-at-lureds? Or any willing to snatch a bargin price for relecks gone uhbust… Never noticing for that which had gathered at the downward facing vessel made to drink from.

I put it down. Again think’n that ‘Perhaps a combination the salt, soap, plastic and foam from other garbage and, pre- wash and was floating in the drain prior to rinsing-- never abandoned the basin of your dishwasher or e’en MINE..until AfTER drying had fixed it there firmly. Understand... I resolved it was a melting-plastic-only problem...

Then i lifted up the GLASS only row of cylindrically shaped objectry from that same part of once thought to be ‘sterility of fact, clean’ dishes... when I had examined another...then four… All showed this gathering of that white itchy stuff we called 'caspa' as a missionary in netherness for a foreign landia of “3rd world” notion where all was thought not to be used, but sent as treasures forth for not wanting to prevent any their drinking priviledge…yet too convinced that we'd never seen any o' DAT ' at home"!

I stepped back….and was pointed to a row of never used cups... With a horrifying stench... Tho all had been cleaned several times SINCE use… but for scratches and edged-like chips blazoned during an THE EnterRIM.

Now your thinking…WE don’t have anything like that at OUR house!...Part ii haileth no such nonsense.

WEEKS have Passed by.... passed or PAST? Passing.

2011-02-17T09:31:00.000-08:00

'How ever it was, they got their funk from tangling in the tela-trunk...'

Some ole part of a poem with a lil flexion in the diggerds for not wanding too much info anymore where there's not a passle of clip art too readily accessablurrd about how much or how often to NOT get a monetary discplacementalizing tetrifraction against all cheer!!!

That's the anomoly...for I post with my own art and my OWN photos from my OWN reserve and yet STILL was not able to access the peeps who willed to see the original such and so'z.

There's your BEAST. (aka Revelations 16 or 17 thru Plenty.

By the way... (no reference to ANYBLOODY BODY with the same last name) the poem lay in the CHILDCRAFT (subset for Encylopedia - Brand educatesk) section of a library of Congress... not that anybody cares anymore...but it WAS in a volume one two or three at one point.... containing an art of the Elephant bestrewn with the paraphernalia of once and former Phone Call nuance de Trunked!"

Same ole Same ole...Gotcha!!!

(yes, I DO give credit for slurring my former peeps-uh-loftinks)

HOLE in the WALL

2010-10-25T09:26:00.000-07:00

Sounds like some Arizona escape route for early pioneers progressing toward the west with a distinguishing number of hardships in route.......?

Nope. This is a cat scratch gone full haywire... STAY Tooned!! For the Looney Life of THIS artist gone Med/surgical/scienstripICK hath a nuance to deliver the falsifiers of myth and harpoonSchoont.!!!!

A BOUT with GOUTs may be in DOUBT

2010-09-30T06:49:00.000-07:00

hen we heard à few months ago on the early morning media realm of hoice... and quite out if the normal flow of my day-- a supposed responsiblurbed comment by a physician too recently appraised that a dilemma for treating painful GOUT problems was before not accessible to any patient that be supposedly as well, and likelier not to have ascertained HIS willingness to be patient while they were staved a solution for a will never to get the HOW it was accomplished that they had arrived to 'get' GOUT in the first place.

My brother has gout. My older sister had a form of same, and when yet another brother was not aware for the claim both priors and myself were accomplished to have all three divolved the same sufficient remedy ... I was alarmed. His. Bloodtype(as it turns out) is NOT the same as mine-- nor th other two sisters we all sames to tolerate too liitle the same hoped for extnguishment of life that lil bro remedied as it's only solution.

NOW we see that/ a variable capacity in but one and singular DNA pattern as not to be thouht as having value for mere bloodtype variant.

My older brother was never told by anyone, but knew reservists that found a solution he imagined as improbable, and they were not surprised when he returned never to challenge any medical head in goverment military service where remedies are a must get NOW.
He told me his remedy. But how surprised we both were when the little brother. . . proclaimed a recently unsuccessful trip to a doctor for relieve of too many and severely symptoms--for, yep: GOUT.

When as I described MY completely simpler soltion than the drugs mr brother and uselessly obtained to score yet another too huge dollar to mediccam sophistry... My SISTER majorly interfered with yet a second and unsuccessful solution that HER medPros were offereing to learn to tolerate thembzzz pains of protruding now joints and infectid triumph not to merely need no exercise anyhow.

I am amazed. I had merely assumed we had all been there when my oldest brother's military mouth blessed my offended areas behoofed by it's mere suggestion ro barely dilute the too often heralded orange juice our family has yet too much mania for consumming in largest amounts each morning.

I found that my own too many fruit juices to include not just orange juices but apple, pineapple and cranberry juice. (grape juices was for some reason ruled out) were to intrinsically sleek to promote pain should I not dilte them with At least twice the amount of water than formerly mixed with...it DID give an immediate relief and usurped all symptoms eventually when I doubled e'en more the water and ultimately just removed regarly consumed juices (all) from the diet.

Funny I also have enjoyed no headaches since then... Which have returned immediately when ever forgetting at another's home or restaurant food offering.

I realize that my easy early encounter against too much juice may probably be cause of my own bloodtype being higher with Copper and other varients than the other DNA patterned sibblinks of a similar GOUT concern...

So, how have any of YOU successfully dealt with such healrh probst as sibblings might equally broadcast as Your future/ past concern?

What BE that HEALTH PROBLEM...?

2010-08-05T17:11:00.000-07:00

Noise & noise alone. No drug appetite, no addictions ... just noise... Noise out of thr mouth for chatting too much encryptics...with nimble fingers that type too slowly for the thoughts to dispatch themselves at best rate for dispersal... which ensues the typos and scripted storkle...all annoying to all, even the writer...

Was it just ANY need for calcium pills or removing a fancy for chocolate or was it just that I was not getting the magnesium pretense they said would help to 'break down' a calcium[pill just preciser than the body wasn't able to do it for myself... and just WHAT was that HEALTH problem I had when the voices suddenly emerged to triumph over MY own will to strengthen heart and brain??

One said: Too much copper in the bloodsteam requires the abandonment of all your CARROT intake. Well, That should be simple enough. I stopped eating carrots. EVER. But then my ego was angry, for CARROTS were and after all my favorite veg-Get-a-Bolt. However there was that ONE minor lil thing I wasn't noticing about my diet tp unleashed the prevailing voices of the brains input(hearing unbiddenthoughts) / output (mouth/speaking) for receiving and dispatching my own life's opinions against a brains willpower to say against any right to tell it as I will'd the output for myself or another to know or feel just how I felt so say.

WHEAT TOAST... Too much wheat in my diet at that long ago (thus failed to remember) time frame ... gave me SPRU. Spru is nothing more than just a Celiac Disease invitro which trimmed by a medicine called aTHE "gravity of the input of those who think voices are all from evil and demon posessed sorcery"-- which and did claim my own and overtly trained to be a religious thinking brain to think as well.

But the pursuing of valuable tips by a batch of medical professionals that knew too well just HOW a voice gets a presence in the brain...for the hair and follically deprived of same who gel'd their skulls to make fibrous mechanismo commence the concurrent blessing for just LOOKING like they hadn't lost their scalp priviledge for fighting against non-manhood ensuings but/and corruptible failed to tell us: They too very GEL's had found out that all were gaining voices which told them things they hadn't known either... all for the placement of such Gel laden fiber that announced COULDs and woulds for a spectacular return of a psychic priviledge they only merely THOUGHT they had lost.

Whall, GANG. You are not a posessor of life's right to judge another's well-being by usurping them with your lousy think to have a right to comment for your own self preservation NOT to have such a dilemma in thr brains. For those with voices get them from several sources...NONE of which are demonic of THAT person's cause...but for a fact, are a blessing to them exclusive of your right to know how.

But to willfully play with the hearts of these determined THEMZ with voices, and you demand against your own life. FOR their voices are the very vibes that come out of The PSYCHIC impositioning hearts of the loved ones of THESE to will out against YOU?. Not so, for, if you don't permit THEM to survive, by your criticisms they will not enable the voices which absolutely PROTECT YOUR FEELINGS and will for cheer... to make their point as well. Their will is never to supercede YOUR demand...but your ruthless will is otherwise.

Stop this. Listen for a moment. My voices came from multiple head injuries in my youthful capacity to always attempt something out of my skill and coordination level... but a few when I was hit over the head with a baseball bat (intentionally by school bully at the daytime playground level of 6th grade interaction) or falling out of the 8 foot high bunkbed when sleeping, and onto the garage cement floor in the middle of the night before T-givings next day (which I didn't wake for till 3pm)... and 5 or six other such head-fracturing demisements of part or all of some of the brain fiber YOU get to have for excelled financial dealings for not having been bridaled with as have I....YES. My brain devised (for a wealth of copper as a redhead for the hyper capacity to have more electrical connections that thou...but of the varied and sprouting sort...NOR...for a lot of blissings against WHEAT germ sandwiches 4 times a day for 3 years to please those who hounded me that DIET (via some notion that WHEAT MUST be the base of) is the bliss for cheer in this life-- and thence the retributive head injuries last mentioned but first to occur... Not even a millionth of what these head injuries have done can be excluded fromthe trial in my life for not having a capacity to shut up when importance enters a room....can ever/never be understood against itself.

ALL of these supplied the reason for the voices that cram themselves daily into my head. NO, I have never done drugs, never kissed a married man... that wasn't to be my husband and NEVER have I abused myself with some notion that a person with voices allows constant and uncontrolled contact with others of a sexual deviancy. BUT, my voices accordingto you have said otherwise...And to the contrary--DO, and sustain me to keep away from such as would want/will that contemptably gnarphticular grumblince.

BUT, a skull wills to commit to helping a person with the dilemma I had...and mine willed to make circumlocutions about the brain...and where the nerves failed to connect correctly for scar tissue...and the metallic conducting of too much word-linked phrases against my clearer understandings... and ultimately....THE very fact that I willed to be well and sought the treatments of medicine and religiously empowering aids to assist me...I have come off conqueror. And YOU WILL NOT forbid my opinion from existing, nor will to claim I have no right to one. FOR I am maintaining my brains at the exclusion to my own will to have a personal life. I diss all around me that would satisfy me personally...just to maintain the brain's status quo to will to control itself against the ruthless half that churns out voices at rate you will not to understand. FOR the psychic part of my brain cells that are brought to life by the will and selfishness of others...are a hinderance and crank against my cheer...and abound there ungratefully against me.

For this was my treatment: to eat LESS green vegables, enabled me to eat more MEAT. Such meat with a folic acid environ, enable to score helps on a constant basis allowing the brained and peaceful centered need for protein to enable control MY own thoughts to score against the word systems and regimes of the FEELINGS or psychic mind enabled side (which is quite determined not to cheer me OR you) Cream and Milk or cheese were added back in, but with skill. For too much would hazard the heart's need for less. But to be sure...a BRAIN cannot and doth not have enough of that for it's daily use fails for an obviouser balanced will to see...GRAVITY pulls those very helps for a brain...to the ground...and sow forthed.

What possible impact has a diet on health? Has the choice of food stuffs upon your brained willpower to survival against all voices against you? Even those not your own that are directed from the will and malice of /for others to will to continually control one such as me/or any other? THESE are not tested precepts against ME, but in FAVOR of my right to knwo, and not your pretense to merely dispatch as if no one has a right to say what is evil from the brains of the usurped cranium of THAT much injury to a soul's life but the 'yourselves' of the demonic interpretived demisementals.

Thus. I will not hear you any more but that MY right to say the context from which my own life experienced prevailed not to shallow my own experiences as you put yours broadly forth to be more spectaculary important, as if that should allow ALL thr reasoning to compel nerth DEMAND ascent toward a favored will to deny a support of this over abundance of challenge for life long and daily happenstance the drained brain.

My daily trial is not removed with YOUR influence to force one of my pain or predictamental to make us (head injury/coppertone minded primarilies) take a regime drugs which are tried and tried against factmental shaping of this one will to know for sure: THEY NEVER TAKE away a voice nor train a brain to know how to dis one of any negative component...Nor do they prevent one from saying stupid things. These were /are just not abated by that kind of treatment. NOR do you have a right to claim such, for you have not tried nor attempted the thugging of your good nature, nor the illness that floods the sense of wellbeing otherwise held by me in my life on a continual basis.

This reproof is not justified and you may not impute your half-hearted willingness to claim it is. NOR may you say well "THAT was those drugs, they have newer ones that work..." these prove , and have proven only to be name changes for the substitution came from the law suits necessitating over use of worthless mindblanding...BLANDING mind you...BLANDING out the creativity of the souls of worth that had a varied mind for cheering others... artists, and musicians and composers of harpsounds of beauty and worthwhile commitment to storing such talents to disburse later when an apology might be forthwithing.

Lovely Day. Or isn't THAT your impression EITHER?

CLOUDS DON't CURE, BUT when it's said....

2010-06-02T12:24:00.000-07:00

The CLOUDs in a sky surely can't CURE one, can it? BUT when it's said.... that just watching a fish float it's way around the fishtank with aquarium-elevated status... one's elevated high blood pressure might enjoy the assist to get lowered without paying some huge amount just to have a medical profession either (a: Tell you what I've just Said here, only at HIS office to pay large overhead; or (b: You actually get hit by his non- experience and too youthful pretense that you've a need for his capacity to write you off with too much DRUG in-a- future. So NOW this information will allow one a TWO course-option for allowing you to make the choice...

That is: Will I let this man defend a will to be a fraudenlent inexperienced medpro his WHOLE life long at MY wallet's expense...or, Do I get 'with-it' and learn BEFORE someone in that doctor's own family does, what I just told you. Which will take this young snurp (although now a professional for adjusting a health concern) another 12 years to believe BEFORE he'll let any one else in on the info...

Now, YOU can decide for yourself. So, go out then and watch some clouds passing. Although, THAT might alert you to stay inside wisely that you wont' get some anomoly called Brain-Stuck-Now-In-some-Low-Lying-Cloud with no notice of the amount of particulate matter or Icelandic Ash-bidden smudge so denied as having any notion to actually have arrived anywhere near/over/into any air of "aTHIS state OF ALL PLACES..." (said with a HINT of Tom Hanks doing his Toy Story Voiceover at Hillaritally pranked price index)...!!!? that you surely can't ever get an apology for any news medium never seeing a value to have covered the topic!

FROM HERE ON OUT, no more SOLUTIONS via SMILES w ANECDOTES

2010-05-21T06:26:00.000-07:00

FROM NOW ON, the way to healing something you gots, will have an approved psychic interpolation for pains against all cheer to withholding any/all substance from 12 basicly now RUTHLESS professions: MEDICINE and GOVERNMENT hooked to gether to embrace themselves... from fear not to have your cash to produce their eager will to overthrive themsleves with/at lifing.

Any takers? I tell you all what you preferr never to have been against knowing, and it won't take too long iffn you have CASH of a more svelt amount and never any hunkering-down-in-sweat-to-lose-thr-HOME type of medical insurance for THEIR revery alone:

I tell you... to have found out how to diagnose a gallstone...and rid it self in short order... due to ONE VERY lonely and loudmouth physician who won't grab-a-get for knowing what pain ONE woman wasn't allowed to share alone...

Get out of the THINKING business and start FEELING what's wrong. When you do that, the medicals won't have thr BUCK$ anymore.

But then WHAT's a person's credential that empowers them for healing another? Mine be acute an acute/overt power to really (and I mean with an ejaculative property)... REALLY learning to HEAR and to OBSERVE WHAT is told and HOW it's said. And 22 years of studying the anatomical form of humanity with my art skill and education that allows me to help myself from a most devastating reserve for funds against getting medical helpt...and then, a/YOUR capacity to help MOSTLY a/Yourself. Tho, I be never for preventing any surgery or other lifesaving need... but it will help to prevent THEM what just want the money from your will not to see your own capacity to heal yourself-- from them telling you otherwise! If an appendix will burst with or without your help...you need not to be there when it happens!

Harv

FOR whatever the reason, I'll GIVE in to telling...

2010-04-14T06:38:00.000-07:00

FOR whatever the reason, I'll GIVE in to telling... how it was that I got into this mindblame thinkeuree that smells of distrust of an entire American System gone too much in need of an alternate way to control mass amounts of money they think will continue to be their, just at the will of a President's whelming over at himself and his power to think no evil of too much giving out from HIS (pretense, cough) COUNTRY : U.S. to those outside the rivers and boundaries that we hailed as not to much need to even VISIT their for an arbitrary will never to be quite educated enug to avoid their stealth against personal invites.

Now that THAT's been said. Any clues on how to recover the now baseless presumptive will not to have invlentived too much nurance for an economy that wills to be lead by women alone? That's not the trouble to be dealt with too sooner than later now, HON? Like aTHE GOD of WISDOM wasn't warning YOU and I of the merits of NOT letting that occur with a voice too loud to shake the very WARMth from your cellular phones...to cold to even protect you from unwise overuse?

GAWD, now I hate myself for not caring enough to simply state that we could use our electronic concerned attachment for over rating a cellular need to IMMEDIATELY call someone...when the will to keep ground lines improves the scenary with a little more green stuff called leafy treetops and oxygen stuffs that aren't deployed against themselves ner harmed by the berating and targetted higher levels of sound waves that intricately ban the lower levels of atmosphere from the warmth they deserved and needed to keep a heart combustiblurting at the next person on the other end of the LINE. The GROUND line phone that is. No Cellphone EVER merits what we have elevated them as accomplishing. NEVER have. NEVER WILL>

But for one reason will I punch the PUBLISH POST button: for knowing that no one on the entire earth cared about this one soul, and that means you never read my blogs, and don't bother now...it'll be my last for keeps.

WHEN HARVAN'dz not for SAYn TOO MUCH these DAYS...

2010-04-14T06:15:00.000-07:00

WHEN HARVAN'dz not for SAYn TOO MUCH these DAYS... but, and when JANE kicks in to fill in the sparce simallee'dz n methaphlorical redicUl'm...it's for two reasons, but MERELY two...and just hold on and We'll place them right here in front of the eyeballs, EVENTUALLY. But while I surmise that with just saying SOMETHING, someone will think "he's alright...just letting off a little steam" we'll suppose THAT is the very thing that needed to be done to make things all right when it's NOT.

My peeps are not your peeps, my idol thoughts ahem... yeah the AMERICAN IDOLry of contempt of a heart and purse string is that they LAUD their accomplished tours to wherever by using YOUR penny pinching efforts to bask in their/any pretense to have shared something of worth with another place on the planet as being just a lil trickle of what they needed to make them the happiest kingdom on earth...WHAT? Yep, they load up the trucks that turn onto the tarmac and take your precious dimes and pennies which they can only ASSUME now that you've inherited and will smurf the planetary dividings to get more for THEM and theirs alone.... and taken all their little NON-muffin brains chibs to HAPPY DALE at YOUR evil need and arrogance to CAPRICE the lovularital wand for chorf at some DISNEY happiness, not even in your own state that might glean a fraction of a tax based merit system they never divulge to cleary cut out your entrails of cheer...

For only a fraction of these monies they IDOL'eed empatis you to warrant against yourself...are all gone to the GLADness of them, not their health, not their clothing (unless it's merely G rated like your own evil thought bade you to relinquish AS IF...there weren't those around your in copious crowds that have HAD to devolve to that seismic stratagem YOU prefer to merely substitute as a shorter and merely tolerant level for sacrifice for them...to rid yourself a need of jacket, even? ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU MAD? You have let them take your very body's warmth to liven your heart and glad your soul for your own right to have EARNED and worked and FILTHIED your brains in THEIR overt will to judge you now as a thing of not because you let them see how much you didn't care for your own plantary look-alikes, and you staved your fell-owed dna pattern constiuents from having what THEY were cruely deprived by your selfishness to endlure.

Just can't work myself up to the a./b. or 1.2. and now even 3rd reason I'm not too quite happy with things as they seem today FOLKS. You lilly livered bastards and your selfish need to 'sacrifice' what you percieve OTHERS have...and not the crap of your own design to accomplish to acquire. That's how it is shaken out now "in the house with your friends", HON.

Now we all get to know how the expression "WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER"...look at what part of the planet they'll be referring to.

Not for a month with too much intrigue for poetic blissings

2010-03-31T08:55:00.000-07:00

What? No, The Ides of MARCH beez not a musical rock group...O.K. Whellp maybe you've got me there, but.

You've never heard what the ides of March harvested for one young KING and his FAV-0-right companion in the doom of disturbings for perturbing aHIS one thought too much beseeched? Go for it. Try Wikipedia...then maybe just Googler 'er... say "mark anthony" too much though, and it won't quite take on any perspective that "julius caesar" might to make an impression on one's heart FIRST and foremorst.

Then try just one name after the first two: one "cleopatra". That'll get yer dander up. Then try a new perspective...SEE what Bill (Willski) thrBard Be SHAKESPEARE hath to say on the topic...and we'll all be safer a nation for not wanding that info too sooner.

Eh tu BRUTE'?

Blurbs be burptler! That's what I'm here for.

Mid March and I'm barely thinking BLOG!

2010-03-21T19:44:00.001-07:00

Whew, the entire month blowing by with HealthCare Fanaticismoid, Green ambush of the Little Fellers (yanks can them lepruchauns) and whatever happens to a daughter with a lil package supposed to arrive midmonth next...all the while I'm blam'n about to look for the next Twitter place I can arrive at some mindframe for...Gets to be the hassle when you've got nearly ZIP amount of tempter'd wealtherlinestinger and a whole lot of people blam'n your opinions as if they were THEIRs and yet I'm not getting paid a cent for either...

Well, Lookette this: I'm going to place an image there and you will be able to trigger it into aTHE very most humongous image you will ever want to clog a system with for it's pithier detail. Lemme see...How much of which ever version YOU get a peek at....it's mere a slight over HALF of what the real tiger woods would like to have scened...don't suck up to me for it...it's alreay been monkey'd with at the facebook level of live-giveInkstirr'ds.

LIfe AFTER HIGH SCHOOL's MORE Significant INSTRUCTS--aTHE 3 minute MISSINFORMATION commence a life

2010-02-20T08:23:00.001-08:00

But we ARE just talking about a 3 Minute conversation next to a tree here...and a Background will get you there quicker... Not this PICTURE HERE...the words LEADING to that moment are explicit to a pointing of where that conversation OUGHT to lead...everywhere and NOW... so get ready...

I be quite well prepared to give perspective from a male's point of view for having it foisted upon my brain my entire life by too many men gravitating to me for merely being an artist. But I be myself: female, you know : Frail with thinking; aka--aGIRL with too many male friends for understanding the way too sooner than later, and their capacity for thinking quite overly too WELL". & I thought too and exactly the same as they, but for being the last in a trail of too many girl she-Sisters which/that both parents 'got' a hold of early on & against their she-witts, and that produced ME, The 'probablySON' when I hadn't even been born yet...though merely a FeedShe.
Thus The many BROs I tended with solace in their life for not have any SISTERs that "GOT" me... I have to frankly admit for challenging YOUR thoughts in my first 12 months of bloggery AS if I be the very male of form that I was brought up to understand clearly...and not merely at some superFISHalli level. I'm thimpking.
No doubt YOU get the intrigue for having too many SHE-minded friends who of my own and S West US upbrings...were of a similar and art/media produced perspective...and not of the business mind frame blend toward operating their own successful negocio...We were/are the fruit of many similarly thinking parents that behooved us to be familiar with our art fundamentally enspirited skull cranial-cracked* nuarance and get against to much hard core math propensity. At the teenage level for chosing what merriments to persue on any given weekday after school or weekend during the sports seasons, we were fresh out of imaginations but to persue length discussions with a sandwhich in hand or burger and fries in a car or at some park with legs hanging over a bench while others (resting on the cool grass) merely chewed on strands of that pointy long and unmown green stuff or made a whistle thangs with 'em.
Now not all my early and previous society were nonGoal oriented at that time...like Pat. Pat (C) resolved a will to be a Mathmatics instructor very early with whiz brain scores and lots of them. Then, there be Kathy (KathyM--ane WhereAs there were over 5 Kathy/Cathys in our class and we were quite welded to 3 of them in our non-outcasting social circle of minewtness in size, Kathy M declared way early a will for teaching History for it not to be an obstacle against her reason (WE were the obstacles)...to move upstate somewhere to conform to that desire. That was how it had to be done in THIS city: MOVE away or NO claim on success would ever militaunt your life.That day she wanted 2 of us to become teachers as well. She gave all the strong reasons and produced a box of candy cigarrettes and then some real ones. We sat over her kitchen counter with our elbows depriving a shrinking neck from falling for all the thinking we were doing made our heads too tired to sustain...but she HAD a good point to her discovery that a mom wasn't cheered by a dad's too early gone welding salary. He lost his vision when a chip of metal flew into his brain via the eyeball. That's when we began a serious perpsective of how some things can take a criminal turn in life...but weren't meaning to go that way. I remember leaning onto her dad's workbench one day in their garage while looking for a lifepreserver for a pool in the yard demanding one. I stopped to see what he was working on...It fascinated me, for my own dad had all those bells and whistles in HIS garage and took pains to MAKE me learn what each were called and how they applied to getting something done around house or yard. He looked at my inquisition of his doings a smiled a grin then lowered the Safety lenses not yet required for known catastrophy. I will ALWAYS remember that grin. It cheered me. The door of that garage was always open to a direct sunlight and their lovely yard and landscaping that drunk in too much oxygen not to require a visit to her house more often. But it didn't take.
So, and it seemed that Travel & Tourismo; or just merely some shortshrifted skull-duggery or a Fulltime Artsy-Craft boo-hoo'd us all: and are what we ended up for blending toward...though with a huge amount and dose of religion to moor us against any skilled financial triumph at the bigwiggery level. But everyone one of us persued and obtained liberal arts degrees and at the 4yr college type of smurft for detallia. We all graduated of course, and THAT's the point. Thoses just preferring simple jobs yet still had big minds resorted to Law and Construction for livings.All with the proper trianing to a detail.
But, Benny would be an actor, though and albiet shortlived-- for life caught him too early in a foreign-izmoid that developed a disease later known as AIDEs and STRIFE against all charm and cheer. He is no longer aWITH us. I loved his heart, but he was NOT the winner that I willed...for he had not SportsEndeavors for his soul's sustainings but I DID. (I rebuke myself for that propencity to judge against these now... and we cheer them all too seldom for it be NOT what life was supposed to harbinger for us in THAT period with persuing dreams that weren't/aren't against a goal, just not of any will to enforce with minutia'l gatherings for any info that would supply such).
That picture there of the two at the tree...is not entirely unreligious of parable'd application. It just happens to be it wasn't of any thrift to sell, only to steal, so if it suddenly disappears from the page...it's for me no knowing how to HIDE MY OWN WORK from the fellows that mere glance and steal at the revered and hallowed "generic copying institution" on your local corners and harbingers against me is not to declared it's implicit chorf.
THE TREE was a place of merriment for friends and family and whoever wanted to play King-over-thr-Mountain-yonder on THAT side of the yard. [There WAS a family or three of kings that regalurely visited our homes...and we never dissed the connections...but never quite embraced them either--for THAT is/be where a lesson gets taught/THEN larnt.] The hut remains unfinished for it wasn't yet constructed. It was the restroom for a pool my DAD built to be 'proper' for a/the 'kids' when they declared autonomy from too much vacationry expense and hunkered down for a built-in heated pool with regulations to boot.
That Tree Conversate there between two teenagers isn't & wasn't to be ever completed for the failure of the GIRL to "GET" that the guy wasn't of HIS GUY brain, but his MOM's brain which the GIRL (me)never "GOT" from her (my)own MOM, for she(me) was the sports pal for her DAD's longevity. BUT while I DID spend nearly every early after-school afternoon attending with devotion infront of the legalized television and educational addendums for that era and time period...aka: two fav soap operas called ONE LIFE TO LIVE and DARK SHADOWS I yet did so with a pen and paper (lottttssss of paper) and pencils brushes and watercolors before me: to draw simple bodies and make up fashion designs for an art-blam'd affected talent that trimmed my brain too well AWAY from it's MATH moorings, aun much more than one would suppose.
I was presented with the imperilling triumph for a parent too early to declare 'SAFE' for me be definite: A TALENT. Which when known, was never to acquire a fee for..though, & only toCheer those that wanted to see a skill immediately producing a form IDENTICAL to whatever they declared they wanted drawn. I was very fast at drawing and very good to make a form appear in good enough sequence to assure my stature as a productive artist for the future.
The 'soap opera encompanied' art drawings for a class project...(of my native cheer to make certain in a book tied together with yarn..) Beof No official debutte even now, but simple GRADE from Mr. Freer (post graduate preparation--unsung as a tried artist himself, but he sure loved to TRY his students (another blog) , but those drawings were quite liked by my 3 sisters my own ultimate child has ripped them off and carried them away into never surrender-dom. The Grade A is just another reminder of how long it takes a professional artist to ACTUALLY weild the Pen in the direction of/for making/acquiring a sum for living...but not to assume that any LIFESTYLE would ensue from such a crumby amount.
But, a Conversation at the Tree (and of the ROCK) resumes: He (say, Bill--we'll call him AND his name Be NOT: Bill) merely said one thing and the rest of the day went down in history as a nonsequetter: "I dont' think I WANT any children, but if YOU do, then I want to be the Father of your firstborn."
I heard it in disbelief. We were too far from the open kitchen window overlooking the yard (and entire Valley for that matter) for my MOM to hear us while she did dishes...( I thought) and so I determined that on my own hearing such within in twelve minutes of disappearing behind a tree and smooching with ravid enhancing wills: that I merely wasn't old enough to declare such determination to be attached that soon...or even if HE should or would be He to whom I wanted such attachment. I didn't know that what I'd just yielded to of any duration (12 minutes or otherwise) was of sufficient fodder for HIM to want to make it permanent. That was a surpriser I would never understand. It would have been NICE if I had been told at least to 'expect' such comments and desires as precipitating or following any generous kissing session. Though it was just a quibble for kissing...for ME: I was appalled at what it had produced from HIS perspective--and quite entirely to the point against a will for knowing!! While we keeping our distance with a grass and stone steps between us... the conversation DID linger tho and hearts in front of each quite went out onto our sleeve by that point.
The non-opinion I had expressed of his 'confessions' were not pleasing at all to him. He blurred and sputtered and headed toward the sidewize driveway exit toward his vehicular enticement at the front of our house. His car wasn't much. Just a green and grey thang...but he WAS the owner. And I didn't blink to realize THAT WAS SIGNIFICANT enugg and I should have headed right behind him with a will be be blent into his will. BUT My MOM never targetted me for chorf or cheer or dating or even sustaining a job, let alone with specking for another's capacity as title of MATE might obtain sum viablurting suppositionry. But HECK: I was but 17 to his mere just 18yrs for any will to think wiser of any particular moment as one specific to a future success over any other moment.
Forelorned forever...neither did my DAD think well enough for me to hear something like:"HEY, what's wrong with HIM?" DAD just liked me for the chair next to him when a sports 'problem' called a SaturdayTV (equalling time out from HARD LABOR at his drive-by wham of an office w mercinary employ against cheer to yield too little to value with a Saturday bringing in the greatest potential--but for aToo Small the understanding that the schedule of school was NOT what the WORKPLACE required for success).Thus GameTime arrived which he determined a will for 'solving' was to deplete my next 5 hours with a baseball game followed by a World Cup with ME making and delivering a sandwich...then a soup and a guzzler back and forth to the kitchen... and thence another Saturday became passe. This flowed into too many weekends where a date might have supplied the chortle, and not my Dad's requirements for a Buddy to sit near and comment or quiz over game rules or questering WHO THATnew young fellow was atRookie levels for contemptment always revealed that interest.
NOW, and HERE is the POINT of THIS BLOG for those who merely blame THEMSELVES at failed successes for love pangs withdrawling against life cheer too soon: Muster your brains...THIS DOES HAVE A MERITORIOUS conclusionry against WHAT I am about to conclude HER for NOW...Thus:
HAD I been introduced to the ENTIRE perspectives of PRIDE and PREJUDICE by Jane Austen at that too early late Junior year blending toward preSenior summer...and it's regal manner at predicting a potential success of a fair-minded male toward a revery in life...I would yet and STILL NOT have required his will to suitor my hand for life. For my sisters were not at all regal about treating any male with any particular penchant for future success or mere happenstancing...for the "MOMENT" was all that life cared about. No parent considered our will for having such perspective in MY neck of the SW wilderness. Had I been stirred to insist upon friends with parents for THAT much hesitational thinkerry... I would have debunked ALL but 3 and I will, of course not mention these with any will to surrender myself as having NOT actually had the parents who willed me for THEIRS for life.
While I didn't have arresting amount of information from books alofting and abounding in lists from English teachers persuing higher haunts...I DO and yet have a family of too many sister's and brothers with experiences abounding and foremost BEFORE my own...NOT to have pivoting precisely as planned by aTHE GOOD MAKER of life's will to lend us a clue to where betterments may bely us too early should we short shrift ourseln's against too little the information.
As if we, and WITH INTENT...will'd for each of those two and SUCH SOAP OPERAS to engage our life willed by that much exaggerations for meaning. Their IMPULSE was to starve us from too much detail that we might overly adapt such solutionry that would demise us without cause for failure to THINK was the routine soap opera will to imbibe a solution and not stave against the mere initial result of such insultry against a life willing to harbinger less strangeness for a too early enticement would reap no meaning. Just substances and CHORF. Although, somehow PRETEND Chorf for my brains will to find too much value in the artist brain I persued...overly and personally satisfying to be wielding myself away from it's accomplishments. But NOW? No cash. Just satisfaction. THAT can make one hysterical. Where does the payoff come? I'm never against blaming someone else for wanting MY wil to just be satisfied for producing a finer artpiece than planned...but not to get any cash for it. THEY got satisfaction W/O producing it...and accepted MY token as if I wasnt' willing to be paid for the pain and sacrifice they sufficed to be all that was required for their will to CONSUME art w/o any. No even cash to cross a palm, just a cross and miserable artist who burdened herself with aTheHIS Cross and carried it forth with too much hope it's bring cash as well. For I was never a drinking artist, nor a smoking one, nor a divebombed and into-the-sack for any merriment there. Only and hours and days, months and years of devotion to a craft unyeilding for my cheer.
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While I never introduced that thought to my brain then, these two and quite highly regard SOAP OPERAS at the time, and my fair family full of females to will a debate over EVERYTHING under the SUN...were not against a CurrentRealm for thinking...for and with preciser moment to apply be mbarrassingly similar: brought up by MOMENTS and not creating a scenario for a breadth of life to occur for it's abtrusive will to think of only current things. While NOW i'm glad to BE a CURRENT thinker...and it blends well with aTHE strife for finding value when your art is persued but only to be stolen by the youngers who thinks it's a need NOT to depend upon the brian of any older improved artist...
But I safely straddled any fence permitting me to waffle on such trained thinking for nearly a full decade and 1/2 forward... and that merely was enugg to profession my skill for NEARLY 20+yrs hard labor at a drafting table now gone computer for it's share of my talent to harbinger checks and life and bills paid and prom dresses purchased for another child who, inflicted by an art-male minded parent was luckier to get a start right off aTheRock but Next to aTREE and now supplies herself with all the wants a partner might acquire for being a man's MATE as WELL as steadfast friend for life has been a keeper and charmer for those who took it by the grasp at the EARLIEST convenience. No hardcore dilemma here with me, mind you. But a great reluctance NOT to have known at the moment precise to it's will for knowing...SHOULD have been learned too sooner than too later.And Thus, so hast a life filled with art enticement and game stratagems and figures to draw and not to draw upon...be left by the wayside for too little knowledge about how to apply it toward financial initiave. But very diligent workers we were and are. We are champions for tall nighters for setting goals and achieving them. But NEVER to bend the callous ear of the Frenchman with a skullduggery for charming one into merely GIVING them the art, and not having the temerity to acutally pay for the sacrifice and trial ANY artist must endure to perfect and declare a mind with a solution onto paper for another and not themself. For a FACT; to sit next to a television without regard to a paper and pencil or art tools in the lap for drawin all characters therein providing free models (of a sort) imperilled me NOT to be of that moments required will for a DAD to simply require ME there during HIS sports draining will for relaxing...was MY will to have another need to keep him calm while I could catch up on the number of sketches requiring actualy imagery for fodder to yield a draft for an art ensuing replicant BEFORE you decide HOW to make it merely "happen" for some engaging piece of art in the future always required the balance of non-focused elemental time spent just drawing for practice.
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*This is a mere reference to a ton of brain injuries that I sustained during my early youth and all unseened but ensugin sufferings including REAL baseball bat hitting my right parietal region...my falling too many times and hitting the back side of my skull and thus occipitally deprived a region for Math to make me rich was this early diss...HAYE. it happens. And I'll scrape up the art I drew to record those too many an unfruit bearing events that put me into a the "typical" REAL struggle for ART to appear means and sadly for these types of early situations to REQUIRE the survival of one too fit for anything else. Try to PAY me for it now? I'll be DEAD for someone is always already barking at the tree of MY will to get a shorn fruit for my labors.

VALENTINE TRIUMPHAL entry into new MIRTH

2010-02-13T10:08:00.000-08:00

in the days whence the Roses were RED, aViolet PURPLE...

You won't want what comes NEXT, then.

SMUDGEPOT DIPLOMACY with HayBurnt Inclinations for RadRocked Prowess

2010-02-09T12:45:00.000-08:00

IN my home town of CharlaJunta (now RANCHO Something) there was a grove tradition when the crop was enJeopardized by too lowering chill in the air and on the ground.. for / and it was BIG bucks to insure a man's crop wasn't a goner. But it willed to interrupt our societal intervenes at very odd times.

When we were at a football game one early December night...it was announced over the air to meet immediately after the game...to gather in the driveway at aThe Milbourne's home , directly adjacent to their citrus grove of orange blossomless trees...gone athirst in a mirth for non traditional snow and ice and hail and frost not customary for that region of a corner of our speck on the US global... And we were instructed to keep warm and bring gloves and ugly muggly boots if possible, and especially the males of super girth such as the very football and basketball prowess we were at that moment beholding in gridlock for cheer to hope an avoidance for such might we possiblurred., Yes, it was mentioned at school several times that week that the weather MIGHT get this bad and to anticipate such...EVEN if there would be a spirited game competition enhancing prior'd.

The trouble was...We (SheWenchlette cheerleaders bunched for merriment) weren't prepared for THAT much merciless utilzing of our cherished male faces that cheered us so at the post contest with WIN festivities... for a local 'hang out' was drooping a pace (like J.Austen too artfully expressed it to be sewn) and we will'd not to miss out with their companionship for the evening...so all the girly squirrlies went as well...we knew we'd have to eventually say a ruthless 'GuNight!'...so we made with vehicular accomodations for our own recognizant to gettin out when they decided the GIRLS might not be too whimpy to help...and our coats were NEVER of THAT much will to keep us warm enugg (subbobbed Huffy)...PLUS we were miserable to be outside in our shortening although WOOL cheerleadn skirts and sweater knit tops -- for too longst.

The POTs they were purposing and were to be placed between certain groups of trees at angles and midst the group to encumber blusters of air -- were trapped in certain areas of the grove. It was never on the periphurrys that would come close to cars or a driveway or streets...WE were NOT to let the smudgy warmth linger on our face... for a strong smell of fuel with a harsh carbone monoxide or deisel smell would have us too sooner and we'd regret the outcome... For contact with the smudgepots was a delicious warmth for the full frontal enticement of one's cuerpo humano...while the backs of our pert twiggy teenage and stone frozen forms weren't -- but a moisture in the air from the sweating in hard wool and heavy coat would melt all the chill from off the face into one big drip at the nosetip...and [we] wouldn't enjoy it for it's typical & overt smell...it was all too very obnoxious treachery for grabbing a breath (difficult for the scenery within a grove is quite striking to behold, causing one to forget their purpose there that night)-- for the procedure with moving the pots around at timely intervals and keeping them lit to refresh them-- was to have to get too near them all too closely, and JUST for a moment...

Alas...my will to recollect these cherished moments as a crop wasn't going to fail merely for knowing everyone of his (aTheMr.M) children's friends who loved to party in those hallowed rows of trees on warmer nights in mid summer... were all too eager not to lose a friendly and non-hostile locate when the barrells of Coors came undone and unearthed from the nurturance of cold irrigation ditch meanderings. Though (seriously) I never embibed...but did often return to the tail end of these 'keggertz thangs' to usher any lad who willed not to drive his own vehicle home against an onslaught of a brain intune to life...and I was too be the only sober female withstanding their entreaties for "come on...just a sip!" BUT I simply never did linger there THAT long. Just to return and pick up a sluggish one or two males with one of my former sheFreinds... to keep them against sorrow of tragedy that DID take several lives in our town, that-- for a drunkeness postGAME was NEVER a wisdom to cheer.

When the leaves browned from smudguree and/to save a crop against the bitter frost that weekend (one of two rare ocassions embittered during this season and POSTgame) I retreated against a sorry NOT to have had a coat that I could linger with the sheFriends that DID know how to be careful when in the presence of these heady lads... but for one failure. They did not have the cheer anymore for MY presence ...for I kept well away from that Carbonesque-ish Monoxide drink they didn't know to avoid. Their brains were NEVER the same. And MR. Milbourne's will (to MY sorrow as well) not to have any with such capacity to say so, nor hope better for his own brain'd head from the evil we were persued by that evening til near 2 a.m. with some even dutifrightening utnil the next morning, or NOON! Well, it DID happen, so I'm told. But NO ONE TOLD ME THIS next matter.

But When I plugged into the brain of one such youth with NOT managing any kind of coat for having forgotten as well, who AND, gained overly too much a circuitous circumference to the smudge pots without the wisdom to glance away from the smudging fumes and ensuing smoke... He and ONE looked too ill and spied me to plead at me the moment he viewed me coming toward his mirth to see a gettaway vehicular opportunity arriving...I grabbed him by aTHE POWER of the VOICE of GOD onto his freezing foreArms (fresh and disarmingly bare in a new plaid short-sleeved shirt put afresh after game films preview then short shower) and yelled to me amidst the dearth of voices clammoiring with a regal will not to be scened with any of their/his group be denied some high spirited "PUNCH" called BEER to get them through this night for already they were smitten with aloofness and bedraggled frames for a contest was the keeper...who won that GAME (the aforementioned) WON the title... But still and calm for NOW-- He hurried to embrace my larger than the other girls frame and plead with a voice..."Please I need to get home, I am not well...but let's hurry so they don't see me leave...or I won't be able to withstand their plee" Til, We wove through an additional row to avoid gangs and groups and festivities and smudgepots all leading to the long line of crowded empty cars at the edge of the grove lined miraculously (for the Milbourne'd will) and of hollocaustry for the need for those empty cars now OUGHTING to have been fully occupied to leave said haunts in a hurriedly spied realizement that THIS was NOT as it seemed. But, where WERE ALL the smudgepots? For it seemed that while a smell too strong turned me out of this leafy kingdom --that we sheGals treasured for picnics on Saturday afternoons when a chore finally exulted to be finished... this night...UG. No tolerance for the thick thick inhalements of gangplanks aloft muddy trenches that brought an ankle to deep into chill to want my white tennies bedrankled. The only FEW smudgepots we could see were quite smelly enugg for THIS entailment of our species to triumph 'elsewhere besettlings'.

I got him, ED we'll call him-- and back to his own home driveway in a mere 4 to 5 shorter minutes from the Grove that behooved us not to leave... Yet we huddled infront of the steering wheel at the small heating vent of the older car that now pushed out some warmth at seeming mere doses...the radio was low and Ed leared to have to leave the envelope of warmth we had temporarily fogged the closest window with-- from an overdose of mirth to smooch in sudden appeal for eachother's will to ditch the group that couldn't independently think AWAY from the danger for lungs which THAT mere slighter grove presented that night. He suddenly looked at me with apology...to confess he had not been as ill as he claimed, but was close to getting there....but to will MY forgiveness? I felt forlorned! I loved his instant will to have been compelled toward me the minute a SPIRIT of life drove me toward HIM in that grove...for I too was coatless as was HE, and we embraced as if our very lives depended upon it's need to have recognized such in an instant. WE neither knew what being "prepared" to smudge on THAT hallowed all night meant. No coat was in that list for preparation for neither we 2 knew to have THAT kind of preparation. While the smooching ceased after just 2 or 3 minutes (fairly wonderful they were!), we began to chat...That is, until aHIS father appeared and reduced my cheerfleur'd companion of that eveing to a whimper when he saw him in a fog covered window pane to wonder what light devastated the evening peace as we curled into his driveway at too steep a pitch not to glance against the windows in front for full view. While I didn't mind the smooched alert to feel completely alive for aThe very first time in my hollower life...I was relieved by his dad's appearing, though not heartened by a scold and reproof for not returning immediately to the grove.

They stood in front of the car for a moment and had a very lively conversation... then his dad turned and retraced his path from the house. Youthful Lad (still calling him Ed) regained the drivers side this time and asked me to return him to the place where his car was parked. I reproved myself for not realizing it was yet alongside the GROVE of trees for his meritorious contempt to return yet and Still w/o a coat caused me concern. But he shrugged and entered the grove of trees with a silent reserve. At that time I saw the tiny slim sweatshirt for a welter weight's worth of warmth to defy an ENEMY of cold...his paw must have kept from view in the first removing of my glance when DAD arrived at the car when our heavy fog appeared at the driver's window pane earlier... BUT I felt not the/a reproof I usually required when something hinted to be just 'wrong' for a moment... and not knowing that this was a solemn ceremonial certainty that/to his DAD and some of the game/blent parents who were commited to team regularly for all employment concerns--this night was a keeper...HE HAD to be present for that claim on his brain was where I would not will to learn such. For, I had no older brother in sports, let alone in this town...

THE NEWSLETTER with aTHE MOSTEST TREE INFO that

2010-02-08T17:18:00.000-08:00

aThe NEWSLETTER with aTHE MOSTEST TREE INFO that never got read, or even SCENED...for it had a trial to bare - to say it's most important theme: We've got to learn to appreciate each tree for how much it personally lends to our open window with the gnarph for smoke at inhaled-combustive air which hath besmirch our desire to learn to live with a lung half open for a failure not to share thr VOCAL opinion that our oxygen is literally lying at the base of the bushes and trees just outside the window, any windows: be they at homes or businessings. And anywhere there might be an open airduct with a panel on a truck to inhale the moisture from the outside be INTO your portal toward air purification or at least the pretense for airCONDITIONER... Whall, Don't get up too soon and run to your phones.

For, and wtihall thr & you phonees out there who let people routinely cut down the magnificent trees at the mouths of the canyons nearby, and fail to blink at thr too copious the disappearance into bushes by the side of a road where someone of untrained and failed gratitude for such marvelous plants about our cities and towns...these very who pretense to cross aYOUR border with/at such levels of claimed 'appreciation love all green scenes supposedly more than YOU hath' and to load them into their own furnesses or worse...SELL them back to YOU at peril of your own BUCK for a failure to notice... 'HEY! What DID happened to that tree in our front yard? It was there SUNDAY morning...just prior to leaving for church...I remember because I smelled how fragrant and lovely the new buds were just as they are starting to bloom...?' And with that you remember the obligation to your very life no moores.

But don't go gobble down your next fast food sandwich either...having shared THIS info too close to a belt with any of the local foody outlets that have likely bordered a new and expensive landscaping with aTheYOUR very plants you precisely laid out to put in rows the evening prior persuing your RIGHTEOUS will to interpret a church gone episode as SAFE from any such snarfing up of private ownership now gone 'green' with expense against claim for ownership not to have placed it into your garden plot DEEPLY enough.

But don't monkey around with aThe MY life for this is YOUR life now they are uhTampering with... for, while I'm just the embarrassed observer who wills not to have to mention a deprived and gullablurred vision over such matters of need for SHADE and super levels of eye protection for sunrays that be of a slant against directly having any former capacity for warming up the regularly thought to be spring and summer-to-earlyFALL months with the previous dispatch of electrons banthering about and smudging up to eachother for protection of all that crap the air now suffers against their former capacities to flourish with a droplet of moisture now gone from the grass for the FREEZING non-climate change is gripping us too early now, and longer than previous. BUT WHO NOTICES any of this? Just the artists and scientists who willed to draw pictures on a routine basis for having a level for appreciating that went out and said...I have to do this...it will's us to see it happen. No trees or plants will have the power to shade you now.

But don't FEEL bad. My mom was a ThePRINCESS of/for knowing the names of all these plants and florallia beclaiming that hold/held a value to our hearts as well as our minds fed by the RIGHTEOUS will to INHALE an air that beist PURE and lovely and of good report and praiseworthy, but enSHE forgetteth now. But never YOU mind. You don't care about THAT stuff. God doesn't let THAT kind of thing hamper aYOUR life. And if it does, YOU can just get up and move somewhere else, Right? No so fast looneyBendz... they got you by your number at the bank, and already have preassess your will and right to pay a tax for THEIR smothering pretense to have a better take for it all.

OLYMPIC SKATEREE and ENSUITINGS

2010-02-08T17:08:00.000-08:00

Whell, if a blast from the past ever hurt anyone...It's the prior memories for how simple the outfits, (ahem:) THE COSTUMES for the regally enROYALED practice and even WARMUP for detallian gnarpht as the professional and amateur ski/skaterly manifestation of who a/THE more likelier advance wisdom of a WINNER might warm up the palms for NOT changing the channel when THEIR outfits arrive...THEN YOU HAVE no need to watch...

or ISN'T aTHAT the plan any more. For the mere title of preUSssessing "COMPULSERY" acrobatics for simplert-than-thou informatives that we the views NEVER GET TO SEE TO intimate WE've no skill at determining how low the level for nonsense might GET just to make sure the advanced information of WHO's got the legal name for rights to being previewed by aTHE right judges... all for the following reason: NO BODY cared after the bilked our brains of the last RIGHTful AMERICAN skater to debunk a title that the frillier gal from what's it's skopt might have the proper regalia on the triumphant podium for suitidge.

So, and according to MY annual custom for love of fashion design and skull duggin RIGHT of PROGENITOURTz... I hear by declare aTheMY FAV outfit/design/costumuree in advance.

BUT, P.S. --woudn't you know it...MY PERSONAL design and stylings and original art to BOOTee'

The DAME PERSUING the BRAIN

2010-02-08T16:57:00.000-08:00

When and if this is a topic that matters for a month that critical relationship potential can get all mattered down against just a reasonable will to continue the association by NOT having the absolute RIGHT/SAME understandings of the meaning for a number 14 and it's associated FALderalls...I might sluggest the very thing: JUST DON't FORGET the DAME'S need to have at least BEEN REMEMBERED... HOWEVER, & Prior to being REMINDED by the SAME.

Then at least YOU will have a happier St. Valentines Day. (How ever HE got talked into this intially to have a name attached is truly no one's best guess!!--well, someone may have a clue...but I don't. To be sure...I'll get back to you if I ever get a WIFF of the notion for HOW it DID first and initially come about to this PRESENT practice for cards n flowers n/or GIFTS to BOOT --to include all Facebookean snarfs for pretense the fanfare withings)

DO YOU HAVE ANY FOLLOWERS? Or was it Just ME that only follows a FEW choice and under slow'n Jobs against cheer?

2009-12-30T20:24:00.000-08:00

uess'n that that title up there bee'tz all I have for now. Not knowing when or if your blog ever hits pay dirt is not a problem. Maybe the overly longish run-on bees a challenge for your eyeballs to endure the link too long to getting til a point beez made...
Maybe not.

What? You don't know what it means to be a blogguerree'd will for contempting the above to be just an ambush of brains alone...but withYOUR intlend to rip me off before the words ever make it off the sizzle of homeplate's intend for at least a ground-rule-double.
Maybe so.

The FANCY SHMANCY need of Hyper Hysterical Resolution onThr Photography of this pretense for Socially Administrative Medial Enterplay

2009-12-23T14:30:00.000-08:00

Really. What FOR? I cannot imagine one thing less inviting to entice ME (a master illustrator and photoGlammattikkan) to another's BLOG than that... this CRAVE for aTheAnHyper, nuturing, & too much in-a-face type of photo equipment that piles on and on and on...

With not one moment for the corporeal reasoning inclusion for the cortext of a brains will to breathe inbetween the assaults we all have been ordered to esteem for our own lacks of talent, particularly the kind allowing one to ever PURCHASE that top notch equipment that all too often yeilds pittling little as far as revoltingly charming art/design pretensuerry goes. All they ever include with those types of blogs bees the vulgar need for asymmetrical faces in all edges of the corners of the frame...without one space to breathe....Whew. Am I glad! I'm not capablurred by that ever-sown-too-muched need for a photo.. .otherwise... I'd have choked out long ago, all of my own good sense and 'larnin' and make for THEIR pretense to have more fun with their families for having more suppies of photo and tekky instruments not to disclude any of the shorter malfunction for a memory chip to fail to include any toleration for such with suspiciously overbaring and bigger need for spacious pixelations all engulfed in the accommodation of one small face not e'n 1/4 the actual size of the production's capacity to show it all by shoving into the face of the unsuspecting passer-blog reader-by.

So I have to resort (even with my college departmental training and 15 years+ of on-a-spot delivery of photoworks fit for the publishing arms of wherever...), I and me -- yet resort to pulling out a pen and clumsy art program to make brief stick figured faces that blurb out and "GOTCHA" with some mind toward MY will that the words in this case, have a million-to-none chance for meaning more than that "picture worth 1.000..." might OR, I may just sastifrighten them with one small 2 x3" flikpik. While having lesser the capacity to be enlarged than a willfuller purse might trap them into believing I'd willed to have, I've invented another will just to thrive for saying what I WANT TO say, and NOT what THEY want you to believe is what I NEED to have SAID.

HONESTLY... I don't WANT you to know any of MY family THAT well. The rest of us overpowered emotionarries are quite content to be satisfied that you know THAT part of us as little as possiblurred.

THOSE SEVEN THINGS Dost a LORD hatense with a fierceness that e'en the I can identifrightents another's withing...

2009-12-05T19:50:00.001-08:00

I gotcher admitski this one thing. OF all the scriptures I've had to share with another's religion, I wast quite taken-the-aback, (or FOR a RIDE) when I heard a couple of news casters of late yesteryears this same decade... revealing what aCatholic's impression of the said the above scripture might entail to read-a-cule another from any justifrightensk that the political wand for realming our appetite for a sudden HAVE TO INTERPET THIS LAW THIS WAY PLEASE... wasn't the merriment I had supposed.

You linger a little longer in MY space of the universe as an artist, and you begin to SEE things in verse and sacred writtensk as NOT what originally claimed for general thinkski at all... it was puzzling whence my very an FAV news media pundant in the shape of Tim Russert at the helmry of MEET THE PRESS was of a will to observe one fainter Sabbath than most...which surprise the Hell out of all of the rest of us, no doubt NON-Catholics for observing HIS interpretation of a verse that day...wasn't the LEAST bit comforting.

And While I will not devolve the particulars...I am laughing still. You may yourself will to peak at them (the SEVEN THINGS) an appropriate moment today (or some other time when you THINK you are in the realms of heavenly inspiration, and suddenly declare to another...OH! or rather OOPS! Then have a chuckle with aThe REST of us.

I simply was unaware of these contextual dissemilarities for such verses I thought to be quite cut and dried.

(relevance to topic is this sequence of verses commencing at Proverbs 6:16...read till doomed)

Do I HAVE to deprive a will for KittyKAT CHAT if my whole BLOG isn't dedicated for such?

2009-12-05T19:19:00.000-08:00

OKAY, all right even. I draw the line at any blog called "MUST. LOVE. RATS"! No joke. But when I ever get around to observe just how bizarre a pet kittykat can be when it's not pretending to care about one of your limbs...by circling around the bottom of your ankle while you think he's showing affection and draining your life at the same time for he's just come out from under one of the bushes over there where the mightier TON of spiders and gnats and whatevertz inhabitaunt the rest of the insect world with their 8 legged former soul searching as a dog or some other non driven species...

But THIS cat is a twister. YES, MY CAT likes to lie on the concrete or carpet or said cubby hole, aka: which ever designated day of the week he thinks he's scheduled for out there in the great wild outTheDoors....while he moves his upper torso (head, fore arm/leg thangs) during aWhence the bottom (lower) leg half stays put. He'll twist two or three times around...like you would a piece of redvinery licorice to hand over the other half at some feller... Remembering that THIS CAT of MINE, hath not a tail, at ALL. No TAIL, SIR.

Now, while I HAVE participated in the biology section of ZOOLOGY 121-- where 1 "gets" to disect a marsupialish PIGLET they called just FieldPig (one chubby strip across midsection to identifrighten one w such) and one little bitty theFroggie in comparison...each had a similar set up for intake of substance like fuel aka: food or liquid and a similar exit for such...Now, know the other identifrightening entrails of both of those types and species...I marvel, How is it that the cat, this cat, MY CAT, can circuitously meander about like, well, e'n more reptile like than even a reptile, for at least their sides and lengths remain concentrically with the 'spine' supplied. I'm just alarmed, that's all.

And here goes. I made a routine photo of HimKitty and monkey'd with other* elements to scan yester year (1/2 decade past...) and this enclosed foto be a part of the product...He'd driven himself into full circle wierdlapse some 3 more times than I'd think he'd have sudden need for unraveling with a split seconds time span. That's his BACK bone laying there, well I think so...other's say otherwise, but I know this cat is SURE screwed-up somehow to think he's relaxing by doing so--beez all I can stand to consider a very much stranger: WHY?

*homemade fireplace setting for a prop used at HS winter prom level for chortler.

GIGGLING for aTHE SHORTEST POST EVER.

2009-11-24T09:37:00.000-08:00

Here's the Gnarpht Art promoted by the gal on at a TwitterDome beGlinst me. While I have to make it longer than I intendlid, I will say, the original setting was a trial to me until I faced my own will to produce an transformative endlure that might not offend as much. And hence the THENCED:

My FAV Video MOMENT for our CLAN's CONNECT to CHILD CLIMBING CLINGER!

2009-11-21T05:40:00.001-08:00

So there bees The Moment when....

... we all found solemn and simple for communicatesking some truth that the following week might linger pleasantly and aloftingly thoughtfleur than perhaps any lesser lovely day of the week enPrior'd. Then BabyBJ took the stand....

SOMEONE's SON wasn't QUICK ENOUGH to DETERMINE the PLIGHT of any 5yr old IDEA

2009-11-21T05:19:00.001-08:00

Currently finding it hard to buckdown and write a blog when the last one I wrote bees ripped off of the planetaryuld devicing for MY failure to have the aka: BUCK$ to protect them from the complient "DRIFT" against the looters of my fate...too much originality of the thinkski wandlingertz.

So there. Have to just place a photog or picturization to replace YOUR NEED FOR SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT HERE.

That said. I saw a man's complain this A.M. who can't figure out the universe of the son's brain to combat HIS will with project HIS life into their minds that they might have sense of future instead of what HE persists to believe as of no value which is their primative and CURRENT aka: SIMULTANEOUS understandlingertz. Son just don'ts reprimand 'mself as thrFather wills 'm, for he has no need to forgive 'mself for what he didn't known wasn't needing to be accomplished for the simple will to LIVE IN THE PRESENT. This bees how we know we are too and over-drained as well.

KIDS DO live in the PRESENT (but we will NOT to let them, and UNWISELY SO) ...& Currently speaking...we OUGHT to take a lesson from that and cease our struggles to command them hither and thithering all over the place against their OWN life's propensity to SHOUT louder at them than YE wand them to follow YOU with all OUR and YOUR shouting at them as well.

When I heard that Lil Lord FonteelureRoy told....

2009-11-12T04:06:00.000-08:00

Now, that TITLE there dont's to have nothing meaning anything with that pict there at the right... and SHE knows it. Neither doth SIR DaVinci know the meaning of life through this pack of pent up hostilities and nerves. Any true artist of the designerly sort can tell us that. Me too.

As a portrait artist with a flamblam for profile study (funnest, easiest way to render a likeness through study of form and proportion)...THIS lil gal (image: upper right of this blog) was not happy to be sitting too idly for too long. She beez a princess all right. But not happy to pose for any old artist that wasn't quick enough to let her out 'to play' as promise for just holding still another minute longer in order to catch a required 'glimpse' of the heartl inside.

And to render a front loader face at ANY level for gift, charm or pay...was at the time not a wise attempt...for the fool would be any artist debunch a character. The little known insult to be fashion'd at the artists full front would jeopardize any civility and harm the understanding of purity as having been provided for quite against any such skullDuggerry.

DaVinci wasNOT a routine back street ScamSeeking artist. He drew with dignity and professional courtesy at the highest levels of decorum where religious propriety and pious person marshalled all to know HOW not to draw one too young-- being overly suggestive of too much contact with a youthful face too early on was perhaps the loss of one's highly favoured career.

Hence to include some other exuberances with youthings, mom and daughter that please the eye to gladden the heart then...realizing someone too late that
children have always provided us with entertaining relief from the stresses of the day... but precisely for the fact that we always gave them the attention/training they willed for gathering and applying to charm us for more of the same. We will renig on that for it ultimately usurps them from learning how and what it was that THEY themselves brought to the forefront that would encourage them to remain at life's levels for adventurosity.

NOT BEING an IMPARTIAL FRIEND is beyond MEEZ

2009-11-04T19:10:00.000-08:00

Happening to know that I am a loyal person to whomever I be found at the time...isn't the least of my problems. And more likely that I am not against them ever...and unable to speak against any without another's persplective for needing me not to have the same loyalty against THEIR head as well...

For whence the addage: "Love The ONE You're With" happlends to occur whence 2 o'Dem fellers n felines occur at once...I'm a hadder of the MADD Sort!

Just for yooze that need tuh be known'n such is possiblurt and not against the reality of ONE man, one soulflurr'd person of the persuasion enMedical'd.

Clumsy Chicks aBlonding

2009-10-30T09:37:00.000-07:00

What if I failed to observe that X1Ares test they Newly-Cleared upon my perceptive influences late this week...What for is this will not to understand? I didn't WANT to notice it. I went out of my pay NOT TO PLAY their game for 2-3 hours after the very first time they postponed it for another 2-3 days when I played their postpone for that group of 2-3 hours.

And the Horrendous HUMPH is against us all.

For when I saw the needle like aparatii the first time through, I was quickly reminded of the 25 bucks they claimed was "all we'd need" for the first round for immunizations to get around to coming to our neck of the woods where we were informed a mightier and more definitive $100 for a shot would make it a more and dependably TRUSTworthy immunization for deployment into the shoulders and arms of a more robust person to claim immediate diss of life from it's entrapments.

So the second time I was failed in being pleased to see another missile abrusively abrupted from the space of time promised, I pondered...yet how many millions of hours of life are being unplugged from viewing a president's PHONIER pretense to laugh at our ruthless will to see that much footage against HIS heads will for more power in the dollar every time we fail to see him redress and plunder yet another phonier attempt to passageur a bill that should NEVER have been purpose for yet a over the "NET" possiblurts out of Pelosi's triumphantly'd NANCYier NECK than thoust.

We be had in both veins of / by the juggular folks, and we haven't yet heard the message. But we implore our SPACEY traipse to invigorate us as IF it supplied any with a continuuing notion that we were once lead by a more robust and virile and trustworthy group of men and (natch) fewer women to have to dependably lie to us.

Never fails. We get their head, and they purpose yet only the heart.

(PS, the foto? when I found her, she had no clothes WHATsoEVER neither: I drew them onto her for fear of the diss of not wanding her need for clothing too now)

a WORD for the TWITTER'd Blogspottery

2009-10-20T14:11:00.000-07:00

I love Twitter. And while I'm sure I know why, that's not what matters. But I wonder how it be that I can't ever find any of my personal friends there. They don't want that much need to communicate with worlds of words and impressions of the instant thinkerry devolving there. They want more than just 140 splaces to align entire congruent statements, and not spliced up and partings 1/2-er'dtz.

I will a helm'd splace be aligned for all facebookers who routine use the same mentality...and just let them place their minds into neutral or auto-pilot, so they can get used to how Twitter DEMANDS just a few bits of moments to retrieve an also immediate comment.

But and HOWEVER...it's the phoney will not to will others to see one's percieved an private comments that they'd prefer held at bay...but for me and my thoughts...we will server aTWittErtz, and that's THAT.

NO, That Last Blogg'd ART wast NOT a contribution of MOVIE dome from past missed lakes

2009-10-17T03:56:00.001-07:00

But what if it waddles down to the tip of the old gnarphtlikkn penile implanter and grabs your thought patterns to put you entirely out of commissionry? We'd all like to tell how we handled the need for gettin out of THOSE KINDS OF SCRAPES, now wouldn't you fellerz? Now wouldn't you like to know just how SOMEONE ELSE gets outta that kinder sit-chur-aShuntz? Well, I'd rather hear it from some ole GEEZER than some fresh pert head that never had a zoomer in 'z WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE SPAN...

Widow and Valleys against Textuating Craftsmanship

2009-10-14T14:07:00.000-07:00

Drives me nuts when the constituent BLOGSPOT can't let me utilize the trappings for avoiding the WIDOWS and excessive text where it don'ts look right. They can't even let me kern a little cozy for an additional image to be added by myself.

No offense. But its make'n me think they don'ts know what they want from me neither.

SMITTEN by PRODUCTIONS but not ART with TRUTH

2009-10-14T13:56:00.000-07:00

--I don't want to do anythang irrespectablurt for not regarding the need to have an ad on my blog be just too unsavory a dis...for welp, who wouldnt' want for gettn paid? But whay CAIN't i? as an artist provide my own simple an less costier ads that approve for WHAT I prefer to utilize and claim for a brain against devolved servitatude to/for the likes of any program er product that might not be what I've been used to hollarin about?
--But suppose my EVEREADY need went beyond the life of All batteries all together forever...cuz we'z to be spunked out of uzing THAT kind of energy in zuhrt hopes for MAKING us all be solar storage fiends...like THAT'll have any value when the sun doesn't come up for the polar cites all know what 5 months w/o solar powering energy be like. And what if the earth turned just too slowly for running out of steam...and can't get us that amount of sun for light rays any more than even every 89 hours, supposing even if it didn't rain during the whole time it WAS providin sunrays to this haunt of the woods of the life of the southwestern side of tanks for nuttings.
--So now whatter yuh do? I've been might mighty proud to have those few little gizmos that let me keep tinkering with the toys of recorders and hifi radios the hand can still chum w while runnin (the one's you can hold up into whatever the directions so the signal comes stays in the trained line so's one can just hear it all while it's hapnin)...and the flashlights that I like the design for the best...are the ones with the batteries that energize themselves thru that ole conventions type of marshalling the elements for batteries USED to come one need at a time...and never in the grappling groups they are coming up with now to demand one purchase more than the expiration date can ever tolerate with wisdom .
--So's you can make up your own brain on this now. I just wanted to be hospitably non allergenicted against gain...by provided some art nobody ELSE needs to come up with just so I can claim my site has some useful ner impetus against the holier faces you get to see that garner Kabillion dollars just for a power to see some stiff set of words hangin round about ther edgerees.
--Saves times, and I made my point. But I 'd rather draw the bodies and frames of minds and crafts that linger to promote the souls health and cheer...but thems that draw don't draw what I want to see to say it better than they would...for THAT's what I was trained to do and my schoolin all focus'd onto that perspective for learning by the drawins of somebody that cared enough to ask questions of where and how it would be come more clearly understood. That's a fact...I have that skill, talent, whatever you prefer not to call what you don't want to learn I really do well for.
--That's all I was about to say , and now I have said so. ANY body want me on THEIR team where life is USED to being understood by experienced drawn from observations...or you just want and prefer to keep gulliblurt at what you just THINK you prefer not to have to learn by someone else's study and dedication that you think be against what you WANT to know?

NOPE but I will Pay them when SAFE from YOU AC types

2009-10-14T09:57:00.000-07:00

NO, I don't get paid for this block, and because of that ...I can't pay that feller up there what he might get for draggin anyone to this site just for the looker-seen. So Don't unsubstantiate the facts sir...I was never against paying anyone and I do know (where as I taught the academically required COPYRIGHT LAW class twice a semester for 8 years) where my rights lay. And when I dicker it will be with trade unseen by the likes of you ambulance chasing b-tards that claim your pay just for being to swank at peacemaking pretense.

Copyright nuance cannot claim my fact of swerver for THIS be TheCharity and now you know what I am not. I be no Charity. But, I have sure been required to make my own art availablurt to too many of the likes of you head-hunter-eee types to not point a finger back-atch-yuh'd.

HOW I HATE STIFF LEVIS

2009-09-28T17:38:00.000-07:00

Would you believe if I told you I know WHY they are stiff. They are just too darned for clean. But if I don't clean them, they won't be stiff. But we can't have that now, can I?

But when you do have clean ones, and keep 'm that way, they loose the 'darlin' B-9 Blue that 'goes wit' pert everthang. Then again, if they get too fadin out they just loosing charm AND Stiffness.

Now if I add that sofft'ner stuff...sure thang---they WILL be softer but they won't be smooth and rough anymore and anywho...the softner stuff wares 'm down too quick and I get a hole right where nuthin matters. Ain't that a quack!

But iff'ns I dont' use that swell smelly soff'tner stuff my guts will bust out of the tip of my brain and the pant leg won't cover up that big ole white sock that's always hoggin the ankle area.

How's that for unfair? But whatever'd you gots you gots to have CLEAN levis, I be proof pert. They make you clean and obedient to thrift, cuz the whole operation for getting one tiny slimey little cent outta one o them pockets when there oh too tight...ruins all the angles and hefty packaging maneuvers right out the gizzard. Gotta preplan for having your jacket with lots o pockets if yer gunna wear Clean Levis EVER MORE.

OneThing that One Doesn't Want to Know about a Choice with JunkFood

2009-09-24T06:42:00.000-07:00

I loved CrackersJacks when I am in need of a fix of sugar. But why all the melodrama about fixing plates of cookies or having a huge milkshake at Gramma'sDriveThru with fresh peaches from who knows where? (CaSH Valley?--no that's the raspberry thang.)

Precisely the point. But what about the CrackerJacks. It's the MEMORY of that flavor that livens our hearts. So not much is needed to quell my hankerin just fer SOMETHING w flavour. These little packages of cheer are surprisingly cheaper than yer moms' need to get you to park at her kitchen table for two hours to get the required response that pleases HER alone. She's demonitioned all the flavor with the substitutes for/with wheatgerm pancakes and hollocaust hamburgling; soybean swaps and gnarphs against childhood memory.

So what's the use? I just pick up a FAV package of CrackerJacks or Cheetos when they are up for grabs...and they do me a fix for 3 or 4 days just to leav'm in the glove compartment or side pack of whatever...Esteems my need for blank'n-thr-brain one more time. The one or two-palmer is a getter to go... and the 5 plate full can get me to stay with ther cooky-crumbler recipe wiffn's all thr ingreed-herments.

Yuh still have to stick around for aWife & Visit theMOMs though.

DEBUT for RAISING The 'HACKLES'....

2009-09-24T03:43:00.000-07:00

What can't be said about the things that make the hair-on-the-back-of one's neck stand out too high not to think the very hackles on your own FAV animal are feelin it too. Dog, cat & that strange feller stalkin you... thr dopplegangly shadow maybe as well. Whatever that FAV pet of yourn be...Golf Score; Favorite SteakHouse goneTuhBliss; GeorgeOrwellianDevizings appear... we've all been there with a chilling thought or a strange moment that stands unique with all forces engaged with a focus.

When I saw that word hackles written on the side of a manned truck a few months ago...I was surprised and wondered what it applied in their reputation for business Name'nCultured specie... and to further surprise me was to read it soon thereafter in the local book club nuance that likes the dorpy choice: I read an old favorite mystery from my own collected The HARDY BOYS entice where they teamed against an expert hound what, with the aid of his hackles higher up for noticing a cat in fault...prevailed against my will never to think of what that word strictly meant...

But thinking they spelled it wrong...I rearranged my thinking to accommodate for whatever might look right here to be hear'd.... which is ENTIRELY what THIS blog Be about.

Having a right to make spelling mistakes about things too important NOT to care whether it wasn't aMaterial to the topic IS what I be for.

"I be Hakkled er Hacker'd" now Wrangles-a-Brain here for your support-- to chortle back with the Waad-Evers, so the HACKLES on yer own back can standle it.