Cancer lady, firstly

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Probably in your fifties. Life for a woman begins at fifty my mother always said.

I am very happy for you that you have a sister.
Thinking about the Frida picture when he slept with her sister.
Sweetwater writing about hyperreality. It is a bitch for me. To sort out my lived life experiences from the life I have lived on the silver screen. What do I know about Frida Kohla or Diego Riverra

That line about Norma Jeane Baker is a nightmare from that documentary about the improvers of womankind.

If only she was at ease with her self.

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Baudrillard in particular suggests that the world we live in has been replaced by a copy world, where we seek simulated stimuli and nothing more. Baudrillard borrows, from Jorge Luis Borges (who already borrowed from Lewis Carroll), the example of a society whose cartographers create a map so detailed that it covers the very things it was designed to represent. When the empire declines, the map fades into the landscape and there is neither the representation nor the real remaining – just the hyperreal. Baudrillard's idea of hyperreality was heavily influenced by phenomenology, semiotics, and Marshall McLuhan. wickipedia

I like the bit about it beginning in Lewis Carroll, but I think it began long before him.

It began in the shaman's cave
imvo

Thinking of cave gallery
Mingo where is he?
Is he down your black rabbit whole

[SadLuckDame]

I'm to admit, I'd no idea who Norma Jeane Baker was until I did a search. You caught me unawares again sir, and here I am blushing.
You know I love Frida and Diego, the movie a hot attraction and the sister scene.

Mingo cool by me, and you know.

I'll go into a ramble here on predictability cause it's been eating my thoughts up since last night I began with it. Thought it best to keep it here in my diary so not to disturb unnecessarily if can be prevented.

Predictability, which I likes and very fond of putting it to use when it has a use and a reasonable place that suits it. But, it can be destructible and unkind also if used at the untimely, unreasonable or ill suited moments. For instance, it's dependable in a playful gesture or to draw attention how much I pay attention to that which delights me and tickles my feathers. Yes, predictable when I'm endearing or quite remembering something affectionate or like when I make mention of the catfish and magician or of Alice and the pond. I'll reuse and use it constantly because it's so much a thing I'm happy with and shows my heart.

Though on the flip it can cause me commotion within and inner struggles, like if I were to read here 'where's mingo?" and then I go posting to mingo where for art thou? it'll seem predictable in an insincere manner or not at all genuine or with much thought on my side even if I were seriously wondering too. Do you know how I mean? I get caught up on these ideas and I can't move the way most move as in their chess game and mine, I'm so odd and feel every bit it when I fall into these traps of mine. I think them over and think how nuts I am, I try to talk sense to myself and attempt courting my rational or logical side, but my oddity wins out, like an obstacle so great and there I am it's slave; to it's bidding and fare thee wells that I'm not well or feel far from it over small scale things.

How to show genuine and not be just another line going down the line without thinking of the line in front of me and behind.

This is why my marriage suffered, for this tripping up I do, and why dating isn't so to look forward on, and who can muster up the trouble to be polite with me and my nuttiness or to romance it truly. I mean what a tiring bit when it comes down to it; who'd have such patience or genuineness in return. So see a peek-see within me and what goes on entertaining my thoughts since past mid-nite. I'm exhausted from myself. I'm too much work for me. Excluding all other haunting thoughts.

And this just a small part of what was taking part.

[SadLuckDame]

On Easter.
My thoughts~ I'm glad Jesus lives and came here, then died here, suffered and lived again for saving me from my sin. If he'd not and there were only the Old Testament way to still go by, then I could have had my tongue cut out a long time ago and have been gagging over goat's blood, praying till my voice goes, then numbing my head in continuation.

Thank you for caring for a waste like I am, I'm undeserving and I knows it. You're very loving to put up with such and I appreciate you.

[SadLuckDame]

Or better yet; Journey into the Core of Her.

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O.K. so I've made a few attempts at figuring out this word, beginning the first day exposed-- by looking it up in the dictionary, then noticing it used within a few books, then recently in conversation with my Aquarius bud and he really caught me off guard actually hearing it used instead of just reading it...blah, blah which moves me onto this exploration of it on the net and finally arriving at this site. I feel wrecked at 100 years old now and knocked down three notches because being thirty isn't worth reading and seeming much better about or at all boosted.

Solipsism of the female mind

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The title refers to Vladimir Nabokov's novel, Lolita, a story about a middle aged man who has a sexual relationship with a 12-year-old pubescent girl. The book 'Lolita' is used by the author as a metaphor for the life in Iran that she describes in the book. Although the book states that the metaphor is not literal (p. 35) Nafisi does want to draw parallels between "victim and jailer" (p. 37). The author implies that, like the principal character in 'Lolita', the regime in Iran imposes their "dream upon our reality, turning us into his figments of imagination."[3] In both cases, the protagonist commits the "crime of solipsizing another person`s life."[3] The title is also an indirect reference to the Islamic state, which took power in 1979 and soon afterward lowered the marriage age for young men and women.[3]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reading_Lolita_in_Tehran

"To reinvent her, Humbert must take from Lolita her own real history and replace it with his own, turning Lolita into a reincarnation of his lost, unfulfilled young love, Annabel Leigh. We know Lolita not directly but through Humbert, and not through her own past but through her narrator/molester's past or imaginary past. This what Humbert, a number of critics and in fact one of my students, Nima called Humbert's solipsization of Lolita"
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=3951

[SadLuckDame]

Well you completely fixed me, momentarily, from going down that destructive thought pattern I was entertaining with that site and the way they were discussing the word and women. I'm more to liking your thought pattern you've got going on and would prefer it over the other for the moment. And I do get it and sort of what you mean, because it's something I can reach back and access, have had experiences with what I think you're meaning by it, which helps bump me up to gain what you're meaning.

I'll return with a reply in a lil bit. I'm off to dinner at a girl friend's.

Happy Easter to you and I'm better already, thanks u.

[SadLuckDame]

"You're such a dork!" He'd say and I'd go, I know it.
Miss that.

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painting of Frida by Artguy



http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=6999

[SadLuckDame]

Thank you Jack for showing it to me.
I'm amazed artguy, simply amazed, what fabulous construction and such close resemblance of what she'd portray. And there is her wonderful Diego, always close.

My favorite that she herself has made is the one of Diego on her mind, or her third eye. It represents so much that she'd cherished him.

[SadLuckDame]

...
Was thinking today, I've melted into furniture, when I had and I'd become like mist, had I found a moment to surpass the boundaries we're born into?

O.K. no? and why not. maybe when seeing all the pretty colors blend, oh the eye sight! Tell me where we go, though he said I hadn't. Here I am, on the verge.

I think of my Grandma doped up on seriously heavy 'get better never but feel better now' doses and how she'd crotchet all those colors and shapes of things not there into her quilts. I'm amazed Grandma, tell me how you've found it staring at your brown ordinary rug. Mother's little helper, mother's little helper, help me help her...and I saw the sun riding on the surface of a tea cup ten feet high, but Oh my I was looking down. Gotta lie there and measure.

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I got a sink full of dirty dishes and taxes to do for three people

The most powerful woman I have ever met --going to put link to photo <center>Here</center>

She finished her life in a little old Jewish ladies home of Mt Sinai hospital. Occupational therapy they made rugs out of old mens suits. Me and my baby sister thought it was a work of art we wanted to make a wall hanging out of it. But our mother used it as a kitchen rug by her sink. And when it was worn out she threw it out.

I watched my mother recriminate her mother about Crazy Mike for years, "what kind of mother were you to let me marry a man like that."

Bubbie's only excuse was "I never had a mother"

More about her father "tinkerjack later"

Get the website link and the picture soon as I do my dishes.

There is a law firm in San Antone called Malaise & Malaise. I may have to sue myself.

[SadLuckDame]

We made it another day here.
I was thinking about how much I feel at home here at studio8, it fits me to a T and I'm very happy you took me in.
No place as fine as this place that I know of lately.
Makes a girl like me happy to be writing and to be reading your writings.

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I have updated my profile
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We will make it through another night in the american loneliness out here on highway studio eightt truck stop where the river of lights flows from shore to shore
like that picture mingo did