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i know that my mind wakes up before me with various ideas- that the cold - even in summer- outside the blankets is abhorring to me- i never liked cold- i was a lil girl in the desert- my mama slept late- i wandered into the peyote patch- found myself on the rez- palm springs 1958?
the healers told me all my life that i had been 'opened' before the gift was ready.
i thought maybe all that electricity in my hair coming thru my skin was just my imagination-
that really wasnt much of a shock- i felt like i was my mother s mother anyway-
i know i tried to run away once in hollywood with pajama feet= some lady with red hair brought me back- mother was intrigued with how i got out-
they never understood
you had to fix the fence if you dont want the dog not to run away.
some fences just cannot be fixed-
you know- the sun is out-
my lil huffy wal mart bike awaits me in the driveway- i feel like a child - trying to make it work... busying myself with lil stories and paintings-
i wish i knew how that felt right now- being plugged in to a whole bunch of people that are amusing------ by- that every day you shrug or smirk or nervously laugh and the very stupid non educated discussions about things that really = are way out of the control of anyone talking about that it is like joke to me- sometimes-
.money has all of nervous about things like FOOD WATER AND AIR and the only solution i can come up with is to just KEEP GOING- because the alternative is knarly- i have known many people that have 'given up' they might not have killed themselves- with a gun - or drugs- but they just a stopped caring and loving themselves SOMEHOW- ALL HOPE LEFT THE HARSHNESS OF THIS WORLD = but this leads to heart attacks and assisted living and really digusting ends-------------------------------------------
so - if we dont love ourselves who will- ?
so now i look really great- new teeth= great body and im dying- it is just like a kind of joke-
but here is what i HAVE GOTTA SAY ABOUT THAT- it is a promotion.
when you get out of here- you get to see the people you miss- like my grandmas---and my uncle and my cousin- and grandpas- and when i leave this body hopefully as an enlightened being- [doubtful]
i will get to kick at least two peoples ass and not go to jail.
i will drink some wine- after 25 years i want a bottle of gavi di gavi scholera- it is the shit that made me crazy enough to have children and fly around the world- with a man i met in new york- it is all sort of random-and i loved him= but i could not live in nigeria- with malaria and cholera as house guests but where else was i going to find a stud muffin ? anyway- i had needs. women are not supposed to have those. i guess-
the whole nigeria thing is another story- but let me say- that the younger population dressed like michael jackson and then the traditional muslim gear- sipping chap mans on the beaches of Lagos, and gambling so much nira - from all that black goo in the earth they call oil-an entire war errupted which created one of the of the most unnatural sadness around the world- when biafra was born and then die.......like so many starving people=
women can not drive----````-------=in the here and now-my friend is on the phone describing stuffed raccoons... and his mind- is fragile- the ones with the big gifts and juice seem to have a harder time of it - in the here and now- te world is filled with distraction and need, and the desire for comfort when you can see and talk to piirts- thats what the intercessors and medicine people and priests have to deal with- and i guess they --- just have so much more magnetic kinetic energy- it errpts like a volcano- hot and catalytic....forming a new world wherever it goes.... strange things in the windows- i thought he was getting married? like... i cannot get married again- k? i already said that the ring alone has to pay for assisted
living forever- because - all of rust and rot- and if i could just slip out of conscieness without notice or alarm- ah yes- such control issues- thinking..., ha ha ha that i have control over my death-or even my life- lol- this is critical- so comparitive- the lines on my face- the mass of my muscle and body-circulation- stimulating the 12 strand DNA=== TRANSFORMATION- not death- that- my frenz is what is in store- i see pictures in my mind of 'helping' and what that looks like for me- maybe it is all an illusion- indian man calls on the phone -talking about spiritual things? not really- but if i pray maybe some things will heal- because really- this is critical- we need each other to behave well-
the healers told me all my life that i had been 'opened' before the gift was ready.
i thought maybe all that electricity in my hair coming thru my skin was just my imagination-
that really wasnt much of a shock- i felt like i was my mother s mother anyway-
i know i tried to run away once in hollywood with pajama feet= some lady with red hair brought me back- mother was intrigued with how i got out-
they never understood
you had to fix the fence if you dont want the dog not to run away.
some fences just cannot be fixed-
you know- the sun is out-
my lil huffy wal mart bike awaits me in the driveway- i feel like a child - trying to make it work... busying myself with lil stories and paintings-
i wish i knew how that felt right now- being plugged in to a whole bunch of people that are amusing------ by- that every day you shrug or smirk or nervously laugh and the very stupid non educated discussions about things that really = are way out of the control of anyone talking about that it is like joke to me- sometimes-
.money has all of nervous about things like FOOD WATER AND AIR and the only solution i can come up with is to just KEEP GOING- because the alternative is knarly- i have known many people that have 'given up' they might not have killed themselves- with a gun - or drugs- but they just a stopped caring and loving themselves SOMEHOW- ALL HOPE LEFT THE HARSHNESS OF THIS WORLD = but this leads to heart attacks and assisted living and really digusting ends-------------------------------------------
so - if we dont love ourselves who will- ?
so now i look really great- new teeth= great body and im dying- it is just like a kind of joke-
but here is what i HAVE GOTTA SAY ABOUT THAT- it is a promotion.
when you get out of here- you get to see the people you miss- like my grandmas---and my uncle and my cousin- and grandpas- and when i leave this body hopefully as an enlightened being- [doubtful]
i will get to kick at least two peoples ass and not go to jail.
i will drink some wine- after 25 years i want a bottle of gavi di gavi scholera- it is the shit that made me crazy enough to have children and fly around the world- with a man i met in new york- it is all sort of random-and i loved him= but i could not live in nigeria- with malaria and cholera as house guests but where else was i going to find a stud muffin ? anyway- i had needs. women are not supposed to have those. i guess-
the whole nigeria thing is another story- but let me say- that the younger population dressed like michael jackson and then the traditional muslim gear- sipping chap mans on the beaches of Lagos, and gambling so much nira - from all that black goo in the earth they call oil-an entire war errupted which created one of the of the most unnatural sadness around the world- when biafra was born and then die.......like so many starving people=
women can not drive----````-------=in the here and now-my friend is on the phone describing stuffed raccoons... and his mind- is fragile- the ones with the big gifts and juice seem to have a harder time of it - in the here and now- te world is filled with distraction and need, and the desire for comfort when you can see and talk to piirts- thats what the intercessors and medicine people and priests have to deal with- and i guess they --- just have so much more magnetic kinetic energy- it errpts like a volcano- hot and catalytic....forming a new world wherever it goes.... strange things in the windows- i thought he was getting married? like... i cannot get married again- k? i already said that the ring alone has to pay for assisted
living forever- because - all of rust and rot- and if i could just slip out of conscieness without notice or alarm- ah yes- such control issues- thinking..., ha ha ha that i have control over my death-or even my life- lol- this is critical- so comparitive- the lines on my face- the mass of my muscle and body-circulation- stimulating the 12 strand DNA=== TRANSFORMATION- not death- that- my frenz is what is in store- i see pictures in my mind of 'helping' and what that looks like for me- maybe it is all an illusion- indian man calls on the phone -talking about spiritual things? not really- but if i pray maybe some things will heal- because really- this is critical- we need each other to behave well-
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reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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a lil girl in the dessert----or "desert"? Dessert could work in a creative way but the context seems to point to "desert" as being the right word.
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you know- you are right- and i could really use an editor for my book- are you busy? everybody else is.....hoping that you have some time,,,
I HAVE ALWAYS had a spelling issue- since italy and africa 1984= thought i could write in italian- ha ha ha well it messed up the stuff- and well- now they have apps= lol-
,THANX- FRENZ- ENUF SAID
I HAVE ALWAYS had a spelling issue- since italy and africa 1984= thought i could write in italian- ha ha ha well it messed up the stuff- and well- now they have apps= lol-
,THANX- FRENZ- ENUF SAID
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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Re: critical
Desert and dessert are often mistaken but also spell check wouldn't catch it. I have done a number of typos over the years.
Creative writing is fun, rewarding, a challenge. Proofreading is like climbing under the sink and tightening nuts and bolts.
Best to you.
By the way your writing is interesting to read----and that is one of a writer's chief goals---interest readers in his/her work.
Creative writing is fun, rewarding, a challenge. Proofreading is like climbing under the sink and tightening nuts and bolts.
Best to you.
By the way your writing is interesting to read----and that is one of a writer's chief goals---interest readers in his/her work.
The Irish Sea Is Always In Turmoil, Even When Calm.
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Thank you!
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: critical
write on my friend....come jam with us tonight!
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
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but will we behave well? maybe- i wish i could say that i have all this time been a good girl- but i guess not
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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But it wasn't - now she could follow
See who they are
But it doesn't matter
The sun is out
See who they are
But it doesn't matter
The sun is out
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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