I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Just to add to the topic...
I knew he was married, and I'd only been in it for the friendship, he'd cracked me up and things were innocent. I wasn't some looking for a free ride on some other gal's hide. I'd been a long time in realizing what had snuck up, a long time, and then I stayed within denial until the dame part took up to talking such out right stuffs. And even then, I'd only allowed her such access, I'd not dabbled. I don't know what I'm telling you about.

[stilltrucking]

Maybe you just are becoming your own, actually.

Which reminds me of what you wrote and then I began
Thinking about Molly Bloom
that day in Dublin
Have you ever read Ulysses?

[SadLuckDame]

I've only read 75% of it, I return to it often in attempts to finish it up, but I still haven't. It's the one book I've began, want to finish, attempt to, but still haven't. All the other books I either decided straightaway I like and read them or started to read, decided I hated and never read anymore of.

My favorite scene in Ulysses is when he's on the hillside watching her secretly show off her goods to him. I love his mind going through the motions, very male and her very female.

[stilltrucking]

You have read 74 percent more than I have read.

My favorite scene between a man and woman is when Ignatius J. Riley kisses myrna minkoff's pig tail in A Confederacy of Dunces

Almost done for tonight, practically typing in my sleep here.

Yes I am always floating two feet above the top of my head
one day I will settle down into my body
and that will be the day that I die.

good night
"Live writing"
pen pal

[SadLuckDame]

I don't know, it's a really tough book because of the loads of everything packed into it, so much content there, but 100 pages can feel like a whole book. It has so many excellent moments, it's not at all connected though paragraph by paragraph. And I just don't know if my brain is fast enough to absorb it.

You know I still doubt my intelligence every day,
I just don't doubt stuff like guts, or instincts

sleep well u

It's a lovely garden.

[stilltrucking]

I was just waitin for you to say good night
so I could say good night

You know I still doubt my intelligence every day,

I don't doubt it at all
but most of all I admire your courage.

Leave you with another song if you don't mind

What ever gets you through the night
What you do is alright with me

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[SadLuckDame]

LOL! I know, courage to post when it's not much to anyone, except maybees you and mingo who've bravely replied with me or show up. I don't know why I put myself out to stage to trip up over and over either, sometimes I do say to myself what's the point, but then I get lonely and here I am, plus cause I'm here reading you anyway and I must like to torture myself, my steem.

[stilltrucking]

You deleted a mother's day poem?
I knew I should have saved it when I saw it.

[SadLuckDame]

Well, I didn't delete it cause of anything except for two reasons, I mean it's an older one and had posted it elsewhere and usually when I show an older one here, I delete it, I guess I feel like a goon to post it twice. Another reason was cause it was a gift I gave to my son for his b-day, he being a mother's day son and all our superstitions together, etc.
If you want it let me know, you know I don't mind.

The other ones I deleted after cause I'm not a writer, I'm just some dumb girl trying like heck to ... to someone I know or used to once and it's my only way of ..., if I'm even ...

[still.trucking]

I did not mean to sound like I am complaining. I am happy I got to read your poem. Thank you for sharing it.

I still delete stuff now and then. I don't always know why. Sometimes I will put something up for an hour or so and take ti down. Kind of like a message in a bottle maybe.

Sometimes I delete stuff because I anticipate a reply and I dont want to go there.

But that is usually to some other board. Sometimes I will delete a GO and re-post to my artbog.
Sometimes I will delete a reply because it is just to wierd. My sense of humor can get so bizarre. Right out of Charles Addams if you remember him.



Speaking of mother's day.
I been thinking about my nice guy shtick, I think I must have deleted a reply here about that Waylon Jennings video, about me not liking it because of that bit about the knife.

I saw Psycho when if first came out 50 years ago. No movie has ever scared me more.

Speaking of mother's day
Norman Bates was a heckuva nice guy too.


I was thinking about deleting this one cause it is so typical of my sick sense of humor.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=18592

Sometimes I am so grateful to get a reply because then I am relieved of the decision whether to delete or not.
I once called judih little sister, but she is more like a big sister to me.

I have deleted everything on my artblog once, twice. And sometimes when I go back through my thousands of posts here on studio eight I wish I could delete most of them.

[SadLuckDame]

Me too, I've gotten myself so cornered within myself and nowhere to turn except to me and I get tempted to delete, delete, delete.

I never watched it, actually my xx burnt me out on too much overboard horror like Traces of Death and Faces of Death and he had me watch that stuff almost daily, anyway one day I decided I'd not watch horror again. I still recall some of those scenes so vividly, creeps me out.

Off topic...cause I don't know why
Anyway, amazing we survive childhood, lol.

[stilltrucking]

I have only raised my hand in anger against three women in my life. Once I pulled Silent Woman's pigtail and once with my mother in 1963 and once with my sister around 1970. I pinned her to the floor held her down by her shoulders screaming at her. Then we started tripping together in 1972 and we have been close ever since

I don't watch horror movies anymore, not in years. I don't want no truck with supernatural evil.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness. Joseph Conrad

But love my dreams. Even the nightmares are interesting and helpful when I think about them later.

[SadLuckDame]

Blue Skies to walk tonight or pitch black bottoms.
Sleep well, Jack.

Gonna read Watermelon Sugar before falling asleep, almost done it.

[stilltrucking]

I miss the sky.
I think it has been weeks since I have seen the stars.

Couldn't sleep tonight. Very unusual when I toss and turn. Usually I sleep fast.

[SadLuckDame]

He had troubles sleeping at night too, and I like to think he found ways to invent a comforting place to ease his mind when he didn't know when he'd fall asleep next.

Then I saw a lantern faraway and moving out of the piney woods. The lantern came down a road and then crossed over bridges and went through watermelon patches and stopped sometimes by the road, first this road and then that road.

I knew who the lantern belonged to. It was in the hand of a girl. I had seen her many times before walking at night, over the years.

But I had never seen the girl up close and I didn't know who she was. I knew she was sort of like me. Sometimes she had trouble sleeping at night.

It always comforted me when I saw her out there. I had never tried to find out who she was by going after her or even telling anyone about seeing her at night.

She was in a strange way mine and it comforted me to see her. I thought she was very pretty, but I didn't know what color hair she had.

Richard Brautigan's In Watermelon Sugar