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Hard Candy

In Abuse, Dark, Drug Addiction, Fear, Indifference, Life, Loss, Madness, People, Poetry, Poverty, Sex, Ugh, Very Bad Poetry, Violence, Weird on October 9, 2012 at 8:52 pm

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Camilla d’Errico, Cotton Candy Curly Cue

Candy gave sold the Man-child what no girl ever really had

Sold it

Took it

Is what she did

Yeah

She took her requital

Again and again

Then she took some more

More and more

Days become years

Candy took and took

She took what he had

She took what she took

She put it in her arm

When that wasn’t enough

She started doing him harm

Grave harm

Failed to make her

Go away

Just leave

Him alone

Then

Girl

She came

It wasn’t her problem

But, hey, all the same

It had to be someone’s

Should have been

Before

Today

The kitchen

Candy’s throat

A blade

A glint

A sharper look stabs her eyes

Take a hint

“You’ve got one last chance, bitch

Grab what you can

Run for your life

You come back again

I’m not thinking twice

Gladly do Time

To see you go ‘bye.”

Right on the edge

Girl made the dive

Scored a 10 and 4 nines

Her very first try

Candy booked it

Right outta sight

See…

Until now it would seem

Candy’s sweet meet

She dictates the plays

Basks in her fame

To beat

Her

At her own game

Save him

Someone had to

Had to

Jump

In-

to that

Black pool

I fear

For Girl

Cannot swim

🍭

Girl is my friend. Candy is Girl’s ancient history ex’s ex. Man-child is his brother.

Before What?

In Comic Relief, Frank Frazetta, Freckles, Halloween, Life, Nifty, Silly on September 15, 2012 at 8:29 pm

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Mad Monster Party by Frank Frazetta.

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There’s a big Halloween concert/party in Metropolis the night before Jimmy and Dutchess’…

*ring ring*

“Hey”

“Hey, Dizz. You get a ticket?”

“Damn straight.”

“Awesome! You’re coming!”

“So, yeah? The WHOLE weekend before. Should be fun. Sure hope I’m up for it.”

“Before what?”

“Before Halloween?”

“What’s before Halloween?”

“The, ummmmm, weekend? Of the parties?”

“O-o-o-o-oh… Of course.”

*burst of laughter*

*rim shot*

😜

roflol

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And so it goes… We laugh SO hard. She laughs SO hard at herself. I at me. Us at each other. Dutchess is the same way. Can’t take yourself too ‘Sirius-ly’, hey?

I know Freckles is a wee bit obtuse at Times — I am, too — but we’ve really got it goin’ on on a whole other level, baby! Honest we do. I find great humour in it. I do. 😉 lol

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When is it?

In Comic Relief, Freckles, Halloween, Life, Nifty, Silly on September 14, 2012 at 3:46 pm

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*ring ring*

“Hey.”

“Hey, Freckles.”

“What’s up?”

“Jimmy and Dutchess wanted me to remind you and Frenchy that you’re invited to their Halloween party. They started decorating a week and a half ago. They won’t let anyone into the basement. “Decorating”. Uh, yeah. Right. I think they’ve got a Meth lab goin’ on down there, Freckles! Ha ha ha… But, anyway… you’re invited!”

“When is it?”

“Ummmmm, Halloween?”

*rim shot*

😜

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Chip & Dale

In Comic Relief, Life, Nifty, Silly on September 11, 2012 at 12:31 am

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Dutchess and I are a bit like Chip and Dale, hey? Do you know the “after you” routine? “After you.” “Oh, no. After you.” Back and forth. On and on. ’Round and ’round.

So. We decide we’re going to grab a bite on Friday night.

“Where do you wanna go?” I ask.

“I don’t care.”

“Well, me niether… sooooo… Anyplace you wanna go is cool with me. Really. Anyplace.”

“Well, I dunno. Where would you wanna go?”

“I’m easy.” *shrug*

“Me, too.” *shrug*

“You know there’s a lotta folks who would relish he opportunity to call all the shots, girl.”

“YEAH?!” Looking at me like: cuts both ways here.

😄😃😄😃😄 roflol

I fear we’re both easy-going to detriment. Agreeable to a fault.

I mean, we’re pathetic. Just… man!

And apparently I’m creepy because I wink all the time in real life? Who knew? 😉 lol

Good grief.

We had a lot of fun.

Holy Maple Syrup, Batman!

In Canada, Comic Relief, Life, Maple Syrup, Québec, Silly, True Story, Uncategorized, Weird, Whimsy on August 31, 2012 at 7:28 pm

You heard it here first, cats and kittens. The Vermont Maple Syrup Mafia is suspected in an audacious heist that has hit rival Québec ‘familia’ right where it hurts, I’ll tell ya. In a gutsy midnight blitz Vermonti commandos made off with an estimated $30 million CDN worth of Maple syrup! That’s 15,000 oil drums of the sweet stuff, kids. A very sticky situation, indeed.

Uh, yeah. No kidding. This is just hilarious!

So, hey? Does anyone know where I could unload a little surplus Maple syrup that I — just coincidentally — happen to be in possession of? 😉 lol

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15,000 oil drums one drip at a Time

Revolution

In Indifference, Life, Love, Madness, Music, Peace, Philosophy, Places, Politics, Syria, The Beatles, Ugh, War on August 27, 2012 at 4:23 pm

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Demonstrations in Idlib. These are the people being slaughtered.

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I don’t think you’re going to like this but it needs saying…

Sorry. But I’m genuinely choked.

• • •

I know I’m a ‘grown-up’ and I should be able to wrap my head around things such as war, political unrest, poverty, inequities…

Sigh…

But, I can’t. I won’t. I don’t understand. I refuse to accept that this is just the way things are, have to be.

I don’t have anything to say except: Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Huh?

*shrug*

Why?

Just when I thought Syria could not possibly get any worse? It has descended into complete, total, utter madness and chaos. I mean, you have got to be kidding me, right? What gives? This isn’t really going on is it? And no one is doing anything? Humanity is letting itself down again. Selling itself short. Again? Yeah. Just like we let down Rwanda and Roméo Dallaire. Darfur

Do you see a pattern emerging?

We keep failing ourselves, each other.

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When I was teenager I worked at the mall. One of the shopkeepers was Syrian. He confided in me stories of the horrors of a dark, shadowy land in the clutches of oppression. He said that he missed it, the land. It was his home. But, he was very grateful to be free of the oppression. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes when he told me Syria was a very bad place. I believed him then. I believe him now. The evidence has become irrefutable. These things don’t just happen overnight. They simmer under the surface before they boil over. And this one had been stewing in a crockpot forever. I’m surprised it hasn’t just evaporated the heat has been on so long.

Yeah.

This has been going on for a long time, people. Decades. Fifty years. It just wasn’t newsworthy. I’m not blaming the ‘liberal’ media here, there are many other factors at play. It’s been blown wide-open now. Those in the ‘know’ saw this one coming and chose to look away. Chose to do nothing while they dazzled and distracted us with stories of WMD and the like. You know, the usual muddled hodgepodge of obfuscations that would keep us from the issues of the day, the glaring inequities with which we should really concern ourselves.

“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.”

~ Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

Dig?

We’ve been asking the wrong questions. We’ve been fooled, are fools.

There’s cataclysmic suffering being endured on a grand scale. Grand. It’s not just Syria, either. It’s global. Universal. It’s in our towns and cities, too, this suffering. These great divides, chasms that prevent us from attaining utopia, Universal Bliss.

We keep telling each other we’re wrong. We keep arguing and warring over what? What?!? That one’s world view should take precedence over another’s? There’s room. There’s plenty of room. Room for us all. For all our perspectives.

• • •

According to the Law of Physics no two people may physically occupy the exact same Space at the exact same Time. Every event that has been ever been witnessed in the entire history of Time and Space, the Universe, has as many versions as spectators present. Because to have an identical perspective would mean you would have to see it from identical physical locations with an identical set of ‘controls’ which we know is impossible. Right, cats and kittens? Even though we may share similar beliefs, ideas, opinions, etc. they are never exactly the same. We have arrived by different paths, means, circumstances. It’s all relative.

• • •

So how can we all adhere to one doctrine, world view, then? We can’t. It’s not going to happen. We’ve got to let go. Stop trying to control one another. It’s not working. It’s not. You know it. You do. And if you don’t, please, take a step back and consider what I propose here today.

“The most important trip you may take in life is meeting someone halfway.”

~ Henry Boye, Publisher

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I’ve been watching the world turn my whole life. At this juncture it would seem the species has done the same things over and over again engaged in a some cyclical insanity anticipating a different outcome? At what point do we say “enough” and try something different? Or, at least stop what we are doing until we figure out how to do it right?

How hard can it be?

Live and let live not Live and Let Die. I don’t wanna give the other fellow hell. I want to Love him, gift him the Heavens. That’s what I wanna do. Please, join me? Let’s gift each other the the Heavens, hey?

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September 11th is the 35th anniversary of the murder of South African anti-apartheid opponent Stephen Biko while in police custody. (But you only know about the other September 11, right? Right.) Pussy Riot has been charged wth hooliganism and detained in Russia? Really? A bunch of girls in a band? And Wikileaks? C’mon. They’re going to kill the messenger? The messenger? Really? Arab Springs across a continent and it’s the Syrian people who must endure the retribution?

Dissent is not disloyalty. Massacring civilians is.

Dissenters are being silenced with impunity and civilians are being massacred while the planet watches from the sidelines. The game, the locations, keep changing but it’s the same story Time and again. The very definition of insanity from where I stand.

In 2012? Tsk.

Nothing ever changes? I swear they’d revisit the Spanish Inquisition if they could and burn the lot of us at the stake — or, at least, me.

I’m discouraged. Disillusioned. I need a Revolution. WE need a Revolution. It has to be us. There’s no one else. It’s our problem. Our’s. Not someone else’s. If we don’t stand for the Syrians, the downtrodden, who will stand when they come for us?

Stand and be counted. Please? Please?

Please?

Now.

My ‘Dads’ will tell you how it is. Revolution. 1968. It’s still relevant today.

It’s gonna be alright, isn’t it? Please, tell me it will?

Or, might there be an underlying $inister human element at work in all of this — undermining our prospects for peace in the name of power and profit — of which we’re all blissfully unaware? Just sayin’ is all.

Related: The Great Song of Indifference

Ain’t Talkin’ ’Bout Love

In Death, Life, Love, Music, Rock, Van Halen on August 24, 2012 at 2:50 pm

Rock and Roll. Rock and Roll. Rock. And. Roll. Baby. 😉

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I REALLY dig this tune. Really. Really do. It’s one of the best Rock tunes of all Time and Space. I know all the words. Still makes me rock solid after all these years and has served as an ersatz theme song — of those there are quite a few — on more than one occasion.

*shrug*

What can I say?

It’s how you channel your hurt and anger that counts, cats and kittens.

Uh, yeah.

Now, let’s ROCK! 💋

Who is Calling?

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Death, Dreams, Groovy, Life, Loss, Love, Poetry, Psychedelic, Suicide, Tributes, Very Bad Poetry on August 22, 2012 at 6:27 pm

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Qu’Appelle

Who is calling

Who

‘Twas the Universe

The Source

No one believed you

I saw the red orb, too

And so I eschew a world

Distracted by faerie glamour

Capitalism, war and self

The world that killed you

With their pale reality

Forced your hand

A hand they dealt

My Beautiful Dreamer

Too beautiful for them

Your ness thrives

In my purple heart

Through Time and Space

Energy never dies

You told me so yourself

We will meet again

My Wild Thing

My Giant

My Liege

💜

Sesame Street

In Everyday People, Friendship, Geek, Groovy, Life, Love, Music, Musical portraits of my peeps and some grooves they've gifted me, People, Sesame Street, Silly on August 19, 2012 at 5:14 pm

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This ones goin’ out to you! Yeah. You. I ❤ You! Thanks a bunch for ever following my blog, liking my posts, or being my friend! It’s like Sesame Street here. Like a virtual neighbourhood where everyone belongs.

Thanks a bunch, as well, to the homies who put me up to the blog — chiefly Longbox Graveyard, the Good and Tigger. It would be an understatement to say I was skeptical. And… In all honesty… I only did it to prove them wrong. Uh, yeah. Shucks, baby, to get them off my back. Not that they were ever really ‘on’ it, but, the Good had been after me for years to do something like this. I would never dis’ any of them in any way and like to think of myself as flexible and accommodating.

So?

“Hey, I tried. Wasn’t my bag. Sorry. But, thanks…”?

Not so much.

They were right. I was wrong.

Blame them. 😉 lol

Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street? Oh, wait! I’m here!

And just like *Bang!* and I’m your girl, hey? It’s WAY spectacular to get it on with so many beautiful, talented, eccentric, colourful, humorous, clever, kick-ass, groovy, egghead, (I’m not running out of superlatives here, people, I could go on… and on…) folks I’ve met through this silly blog which I didn’t even want to do, hey? It’s like a rainbow! Yeah. A rainbow. And, that, cats and kittens, is my favourite colour! Who knew? You’re. My. Favourite. Colour. Yeah, you.

I could just eat you up!

Yum.

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Brought to you by the numbers 2, 3 and 5 and the letters P, G and T. ❤ ya! 💋

The Dream

In Dreams, Groovy, Joni Mitchell, Life, Magic, Music, Nazareth, Poetry, Rock, Very Bad Poetry, Whimsy on August 17, 2012 at 4:42 pm

Surrounded by death,

Agony, despair

Ineffective apothecaries

Only

Procuring dark side-effects

A Prisoner in my body

Full-blown mutiny

How could I do this

To me

Sleep ever elusive

Unobtainable dreams

Seeming eternity

Wait

I see

The Land of Nod

On the horizon

Beckoning me

Finally

Slide through the ether

Sigh

Find myself there

Technicolour dream

I’ve been jonesing for you

Yeah, you

Open Sesame

But, more bucolic, serene

The grass was emerald

The wide, open sky

Azure

Wisps here and there

The perfect temperature

Starlight, star bright

Gasp

Permeates the air

From where

I cannot say

It doesn’t matter

It feels real

That’s all I know

All I care to say

I begin to skip

Dance

Spinning joy

Through Green

Rolling tenderly

Reach up

Touch the Blue

Forget hurt

Think of you

What is pain

Sigh

Free

At last

And then…

I’m back

Again

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Dreaming is one of the grooviest, coolest things in life. It’s like Time Travel, or something? An out of body experience? It’s a spontaneous, wonderful place to visit. I quite like it.

Always ❤ed the song. Now? It’s my dream, baby.

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Related Links:
The Song
Joni Mitchell