Who the fuck cares about Brad and Angelina

I had to post one more blog. I could give a shit about Brad and Angelina.  Do not people have a life.  I care about the water dripping off the snow on the roof and making beautiful noise while the sun warms my skin.   Brad and Angelina should go off to a cave with the other idiotic celebs.  Except for David Boreanaz and George Clooney and perhaps Hugh Jackman.  But I am so damn sick of Brad the lame and Angelina with the lips which could be moistened and she could stick to glass and let her hang there finally shutting everyone up about their insipid lives, making more people clueless about what is important.  Like pups and bugs and lizards and real people struggling to make it.   Please GO AWAY B and A..

Weiners

Weiner dogs are so funny.   Roxie snores and cannot sit on her butt.  Her legs are too short.   Both are sleeping by me as I contemplate the future.   Ruby is curled up on the pillow as she is the Queen Wein.  Pip the non weiner with a weiner is out in the sun room.   Trying to catch flies.  I wish he would catch this last annoying fly. Here. Now. Buzzing.  Damn fly.  GO away.  People are like that.  Buzzing. Annoying.  Idiotic.  Thank the lord there are some that are interesting. Fun. Creative.  Quiet. Loveable.  My friends.  I love my friends.  they know who they are.  Many are animals.  Many have animal totems.  Laura might have a butterfly totem. I have a dragonfly totem.  Lisa might have an angel fish totem.  We have more than one.  Those are what come to me right now.  I also have Elk, Horse and Turkey.  What does that say about me?  I have strong antlers to chase people away.  I can run like the wind and I can act totally ridiculous like a Turkey.  Have you ever seen Wild Turkeys and how they behave.  They dance around, gobble at you and steal food from the kitty.  A white one was on my porch today eating Twit's food.  Poor Twit, she should chase them away.  Cold nose on my arm says come sit with me NOW, the non-weiner begs.

A city of edges

what person names a city after a razor.  a person who likes bare things.  bare legs. bare land. bare trees. is it a good city.   good for cutting up people and throwing them away.  why am i here?  because i must like edges.  this is the edge of the world.

this violence is never domesticated

I once thought that everyone loved. that there was no evil in the world. I once thought that men protected women.  I once thought that a man would not hit a woman. or throw her out of the house naked. or beat her. or spray her with pepper spray. or shove a gun up her vagina. or lock her in a room.  or throw her onto concrete or out a window. I know know there is infinite evil in the world.  is this world worth living in.  sometimes i wonder.  sometimes i know.  just try to keep the evil at bay.  it is difficult.  i am not sure it can be stopped.  not when violence is called domestic.  what a joke.  domestic violence, makes it seem less violent.  when it is actually more violent.  it is the violence by a "loved' one. ha.  loved aka hated aka evil aka masked by love.  not love.

CFM vs Keenes

I love CFM pumps but cannot Keenes send a message too.   How about, I am green, I love the outdoors.  Take me hiking.  Or lay me down in the tall grass...

It is only funny until someone files a lawsuit

I really need to write about what goes on in court houses.  It is insane.  Take for instance, a juvenile case in which the mother is nuts.   She is so nuts that she cannot even keep straight where she lives.   But she must be so good in bed that she has three men trying to get her to live with them and claiming her.  Telling the Judge...hey she can stay with me.  I won't kick her out.  Let her live with me.  Can't she move to Florida to live with me. 

Tell me how a plain jane who cannot tie her shoes has three men trying to give her refuge yet  I have intelligent beautiful friends who are not dating.   Something is skewed with the Universe.

How do I get there from here

I hit next blog.  What a mistake.  I got a Latter Day Saint who is striving for acute sainthood. OMG i hit back really fast.   I want to find Iku Wasibi but she is nowhere to be found.  I am looking for a little gratitude and found her.  I am very grateful.   And not dead.   I wander through cyberspace and wonder why I have a head ache.  I m stuck, my muse is stuck.  Must become unstuck from the blues.   I think it is the greens today.  or maybe the lavendar.  My god what is that color around my edges. It is almost pale boring lilac without the bloom, must change it now.

WTF Over

My titles were even fucked up. It was supposed to be:
Unsticking the Blue; and
The Crazy Yellow Things We Undo.

Headache in Fuchsia.
Nightmare in Black and Tan

How about- Why I became Jello;
Or How about that Crazy Tin Hat.
Food coloring with God.
These maybe books, blogs, paintings who knows.

What a fucking pain in the ass

I am trying to blog. Instead I am going here and going there and not getting anywhere. Typical day on the computer. I wanted to post some titles.

The Unsticking of blue; and
The crazy yellow things we undo.