Let me just say this in my rude and crude fashion, I don't give a rat's ass if you read or comment on my writing. It is mine and part of my wacky life. So there! However, do note I can see that you guys DO read. Arrrr.
I got some magick today as an uplifting and super funny surprise from David. Granted we are only internet friends and just met today, but he showed me something cool and valuable. FRIENDSHIP! You never know how and when you will get bopped in the head by a cool individual who colors the world in RAINBOWS. It was a friendship caused by a supposed misinterpretation in regard to bucks ($$$) which turned into a discussion on revolution (anarchy) on a global scale. Oh yeah!
It is an awesome pleasure to be able to discuss serious issues as well as goof and play and not be so cookie cut out! NUTELLA gotta love it! Gotta love Aunt Marge and the "White" lady (a/k/a Marge). If not nutz, what's to life? NADA! POOF! GONZO! My Aunt Marge does not have throat cancer as she does not exist, but only he, I, and Nathan (to my knowledge) know that. My cousin May knows about the scream-a-thon as she was witness to me doing that to what David calls the "White" lady. I don't play! Don't call my house trying to collect shit! It ain't happening! Hello red light? Can I help you? Excuse my voice, but I have throat cancer!
Oh, magick came via Ryan too as I had to explore what the hell a lodestone was. He had tagged my photo with the caption: gravity switches: lodestone fl. Not for anything. I find that real cool. Ryan is the wordmeister who is a thought inspirer or should I say thought provoker. He makes me think about the meaning of life. Actually he inspired Dimension X Game and GUT.
Later this evening...
I just get dressed and I hear an IM come in, but instead of Nix it was Adam. I so wanted to talk (trust me on that one), but I was waiting for hamster to answer so I can pick her up. Schucks and byeees are said and off I went...rushing! Meh, so I am doing 60 in a 30km zone (30km is fucking retarded to begin with why did they have to mess with shit?) In an effort to scurry off, I bopped out w/o bringing my proper Chapstick so I was digging in my bag while flying through town. I get to the hamster's and honk then turn the car around only to find her NOT ready as she can't find her key. I get OUT OF MY CAR and I go lock the damned door. Why pray tell would one have to use a key to lock their fucking door? What foolery mom does. Nah. It is not foolery. It is just plain old retarded.
Anyway, Nix gets in the car and nestles her ass in and I smoke outside the car and ask her if I look like a bag of bones to which she say "yeah." I get in the car and drive away only to realize my school ring is missing! Whoa WILDEBEEST MODE. It must have fallen off while I was digging for the Chapstick. Where the fuck is my ring! I can't go anywhere without it. Stopped dead on the road...foot on break digging through bag...not there. Pull into another road and get out of the car and dump my bag...NOT THERE! I am FREAKING! Nix is telling me to breathe and offering her hand to which I take and squash. Off to mom's with beams searching the grass and the street hoping not to flatten it! All the while Nix is supposedly praying to St. Anthony! Ahhhhhhh NO! Think woman think! The shower...your boney hands...it falls off and/or you probably took it off. Yup, that is where it was. Okay. All is well. Off to BK we go....wee ha!
OVERT 24 HRS...yet right! Open if you are a car! Well anyway...first round was a drive through for which I should have had my camera. Two of every kind of dip means two of every dip. The girl stood there NO SHIT saying ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh for about that long. I had to laugh in her face!!! Aye, it was funny as hell! Even she realized how retarded she sounded and repeated the performance for her co-worker! Sure I told her to her face it would make a good video of hilarity. But wait, it gets better...Nix and I are still hungry and she has all those damned dips on my arm rest so I figured I would just walk into the resto, but NO!!!! Drive through ONLY as stated by the two night employees who are smoking their butts outside. This is not a deterrent. I told them I am walking over to that box and I will place my order. To that box I marched. Nix heard me screaming from way across the parking lot. What she didn't hear was that I was kicking and punching the order box! Bah! They wouldn't answer. (*I just realized that had they called the cops, I would have been busted on greater charges as my switchblade was in my bag. I noticed it when I dumped the bag looking for my ring.) Let me go on...The guy who was standing there reading the menu said you need the weight of a car or noise to get their attention! Bullshit. I walked right up to the window and knocked and placed my order there. Meanwhile, I am scoping the ground. Oh a dime...oh another one! Wow and some pennies! By this time, the guy who was reading the menu pulled his car up in back in me and I told him that my way worked. Big deal I found 23 cents.
I wish I could get into the conversation that Nix and I had, but I can't. What I can say is that hillbillies, food, names, and instruments were discussed. No I would not believe it in a million years, but pictures don't lie. Oh yeah, she showed me.
BTW, if you don't find this funny, too bad as it was funny in real life. ~ Maggie ~ August 25, 2008 @ 3:16 a.m. EST
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
THIS WAS HOW I SAW IT BEFORE IT HAPPENED: Derspective and Da Nile
A play on words can be fun. Let's call it pun fun. Today's pun is Da Nile.
The Nile is a river that flows and provides water to the region that surrounds it. It is a life sustaining part of nature.
Denial is the failure or refusal to admit truth or the existence of something.
If you fail or refuse to admit truth of or the existence of something, are you not taking away from something that is a life sustaining part of one's own nature?
I question whether it is smarter to deny aspects or to realize them. Bah! The answer surely is realization. Then again, it is important to question the perspective that caused the realization. What is my perspective? Is it skewed? Perhaps. What data am I drawing from? Other then the present data, I draw from one event and the PERCEIVED incoming data at the time. Once reflected and written upon in logical and honest fashion, an answer was formed. This answer was then given life by way of words and given over for validation and acceptance as true and defined. My perceived data collecting was not erred in any form.
Although this event substantially differs from the last, it is my only point to draw from in regard to experience. The common factor in both events is my role of responsibility.
To say that I do not have confidence in self would be totally retarded as I have enough confidence in self for 10. However, I do not view my confidence as something that is drawn from the veneer or superficial nature of self as self does not lie there. Nay! Self lies within the confines of that which is viewed. Granted I view my superficial to be flawed in more ways than I care to imagine, yet I see beyond that and perhaps others do too. The glamour works its magick as it is supposed to. Here again, I am utilizing MY perspective.
My glamour is my inner and outer strength. However, I cannot deny that mush lies within my metal. A thief I am, but I liar, NEVER! To say that self cannot conquer any feat put in front of me would also be false as I am up to any challenge providing I see worth. Again, perspective plays a part. Would I climb a mountain or take a risk that is viewed as worthy? Hell yes.
Oh I see worth alright and I would venture risk, however, my incoming data will not allow me denial. As I am true to self, I will let my head roll. I place the odds at 98.99%. Regardless, my words must and will be spoken when it is appropriate as I cannot keep my mouth shut on any given occasion. That is part of my make-up. Whatever reaction my words draw, I know in my heart of hearts that I have at least spoke the truth. I cannot deny myself that right. Knees knocking, I will exude my bravado and pick up my head on the way out.
Only upon playing poker will I hold my cards close to my chest and don a poker face. It is only in THAT game where a bluff is made. ~ Maggie ~ August 23, 2008 @ 4:32 p.m. EST
The Nile is a river that flows and provides water to the region that surrounds it. It is a life sustaining part of nature.
Denial is the failure or refusal to admit truth or the existence of something.
If you fail or refuse to admit truth of or the existence of something, are you not taking away from something that is a life sustaining part of one's own nature?
I question whether it is smarter to deny aspects or to realize them. Bah! The answer surely is realization. Then again, it is important to question the perspective that caused the realization. What is my perspective? Is it skewed? Perhaps. What data am I drawing from? Other then the present data, I draw from one event and the PERCEIVED incoming data at the time. Once reflected and written upon in logical and honest fashion, an answer was formed. This answer was then given life by way of words and given over for validation and acceptance as true and defined. My perceived data collecting was not erred in any form.
Although this event substantially differs from the last, it is my only point to draw from in regard to experience. The common factor in both events is my role of responsibility.
To say that I do not have confidence in self would be totally retarded as I have enough confidence in self for 10. However, I do not view my confidence as something that is drawn from the veneer or superficial nature of self as self does not lie there. Nay! Self lies within the confines of that which is viewed. Granted I view my superficial to be flawed in more ways than I care to imagine, yet I see beyond that and perhaps others do too. The glamour works its magick as it is supposed to. Here again, I am utilizing MY perspective.
My glamour is my inner and outer strength. However, I cannot deny that mush lies within my metal. A thief I am, but I liar, NEVER! To say that self cannot conquer any feat put in front of me would also be false as I am up to any challenge providing I see worth. Again, perspective plays a part. Would I climb a mountain or take a risk that is viewed as worthy? Hell yes.
Oh I see worth alright and I would venture risk, however, my incoming data will not allow me denial. As I am true to self, I will let my head roll. I place the odds at 98.99%. Regardless, my words must and will be spoken when it is appropriate as I cannot keep my mouth shut on any given occasion. That is part of my make-up. Whatever reaction my words draw, I know in my heart of hearts that I have at least spoke the truth. I cannot deny myself that right. Knees knocking, I will exude my bravado and pick up my head on the way out.
Only upon playing poker will I hold my cards close to my chest and don a poker face. It is only in THAT game where a bluff is made. ~ Maggie ~ August 23, 2008 @ 4:32 p.m. EST
Beginnings and Transformations: Seeing the future
What is now and what will soon be may not be again, however, I accept this will full knowledge and responsibility. It hurts a bit, but I have learned to accept all things and transform them into something greater. The greater is the knowledge.
Me sees the writing on the wall as that is my talent. Predictions are made and as usual, I should be right on the money. Then again, I cannot remember a time when I was not on the money in a figurative sense. C'est la vie and I understand.
All is a stepping stone, but where do the steps lie? Be they in front, back, and on both sides all at once? Yes. In what direction do I go? Is it my choice? Ultimately, no. I could choose and would choose, but I have not been given the option nor will I request it.
A fruit was picked and bitten upon and only a taste is allowed and nothing more. It is better to have tasted the sweetness of the fruit, than to harp on the sourness of the grapes. All will be as it is meant to be and the poet will write tales of what was wished for. Is that not what makes for the best of figuratively written lines of the literal? Me thinks aye.
The time for a Van Gogh feeling will be shortly upon me. However, blue can be converted to purple when red is applied. The purple lies in the land of the snail where the translucent tower is. Those that dwell within its shell need for nothing. Gliding, the sail makes its was just above the sea foam green seas whose waves do not act in accordance to nature as we know it. ~ Maggie ~ August 23, 2008 @ 12:52
Me sees the writing on the wall as that is my talent. Predictions are made and as usual, I should be right on the money. Then again, I cannot remember a time when I was not on the money in a figurative sense. C'est la vie and I understand.
All is a stepping stone, but where do the steps lie? Be they in front, back, and on both sides all at once? Yes. In what direction do I go? Is it my choice? Ultimately, no. I could choose and would choose, but I have not been given the option nor will I request it.
A fruit was picked and bitten upon and only a taste is allowed and nothing more. It is better to have tasted the sweetness of the fruit, than to harp on the sourness of the grapes. All will be as it is meant to be and the poet will write tales of what was wished for. Is that not what makes for the best of figuratively written lines of the literal? Me thinks aye.
The time for a Van Gogh feeling will be shortly upon me. However, blue can be converted to purple when red is applied. The purple lies in the land of the snail where the translucent tower is. Those that dwell within its shell need for nothing. Gliding, the sail makes its was just above the sea foam green seas whose waves do not act in accordance to nature as we know it. ~ Maggie ~ August 23, 2008 @ 12:52
Thursday, August 21, 2008
NINE - The Child In Us All
What is age?
It is but a number!
Be mindless of any number that exceeds 9
Know this...
The feelings of youth do not flee the aging body
As the mind encompasses the child
Imagine that!
Don’t be fooled by cookie cut-out images of expectation
As they will harm thy brain
Hold steady to the fancy-filled mind playing with the moment
Jest!
Jets making sounds of Bronx cheer as flight is had
Arms spread and roaring through and above the clouds
Two planes circling the pretend sky
Crash into laughter
Roll about the floor not knowing any better
Should we know any better? NO.
The veneer is not reflective of ourselves
Don’t fall into the societal trap
When thinking in numbers realize there are only 9 digits
Speaking of digits, fingers and toes count as 10
A finger and a toe is called a digit
BUT each of the 5 (PENTA) belongs to 1 foot
10 = 1 set of toes
0 does not exist
To be forever 9 is like being in Never-Never Land
And winter is never seen
There is beauty to Peter Pan Syndrome
Playful and joyous are each day
There is happiness here...
We are squared are we not?
Yes. We have come full circle! ~ Maggie ~ August 21, 2008
It is but a number!
Be mindless of any number that exceeds 9
Know this...
The feelings of youth do not flee the aging body
As the mind encompasses the child
Imagine that!
Don’t be fooled by cookie cut-out images of expectation
As they will harm thy brain
Hold steady to the fancy-filled mind playing with the moment
Jest!
Jets making sounds of Bronx cheer as flight is had
Arms spread and roaring through and above the clouds
Two planes circling the pretend sky
Crash into laughter
Roll about the floor not knowing any better
Should we know any better? NO.
The veneer is not reflective of ourselves
Don’t fall into the societal trap
When thinking in numbers realize there are only 9 digits
Speaking of digits, fingers and toes count as 10
A finger and a toe is called a digit
BUT each of the 5 (PENTA) belongs to 1 foot
10 = 1 set of toes
0 does not exist
To be forever 9 is like being in Never-Never Land
And winter is never seen
There is beauty to Peter Pan Syndrome
Playful and joyous are each day
There is happiness here...
We are squared are we not?
Yes. We have come full circle! ~ Maggie ~ August 21, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Pondering Color and its Relationship to People
Pondering...
As I sit here I ponder the aspects of boredom and loneliness. What are they? What do those words mean or even imply? Would not one have to cease being to create the nothing of those two words?
At times thoughts race through my cranium so fast and elegantly that the words escape paper, but visions are drawn. Is it only a fool who can find entertainment with self either through exploration of self or by inquiring into all that can be inquired into and thus creating a busy mind?
Within me lies three: me, myself, and I. Therefore through conversation, accolades, and condemnation, along with a bit of frolic, the three make me who is alone, but fulfilled with self. Needless to say companionship is something I desire, but I do not view it as a necessity for fulfillment.
Sometimes others talk to me and yet I do not hear a word they say as I am off thinking about something else. "Did you say something?" Had they been talking all along? Then there are times when one speaks and all other noise ceases and the words of the speaker become animated, colored, and surreal as the words form images via language. Perhaps some speak like Warhol and other like Raphael.
Depac speaks of history and revolution. Paul speaks of art, psychology, and love. Reggie speaks of music and life. Marie speaks of loves and lies. Charlie questions. Ozzy says hi and shares objects found in strange places. Peter Pappy speaks of all things crazy. Craig is a flirt. George has gone the way of the dinosaur (good riddance). Randy never had anything to say save for once. Mimi is brought by way of Michael. Marge is not forgotten. Chris is sweet. Jason must be back in Queens (I do wonder if they found who killed his cousin.). Nicholas did not commit murder. Anne, yes Anne be thee well! Chriist (no typo) is covered in crystals and gives crystal and silver in trade. Nathan is Nathan and we are friends. All is as it should be. All is rainbow.
Each person is a color on a pallet. Their words and ways depict images and the images create memories. Thus how can lonely occur when one can conjure them up and interact with them as though in the flesh? Imagination has a great deal to do with it, however, a memory is not an imagined event. It is an event that has occurred in the past that can be brought into the present. By using one's imagination it is possible to create the future in the present. How? If you can see the color in your mind's eye and play out a scenario, the next interaction with color will draw out the image into the present which was the future in the past.
As I was writing this, Nick stopped in and explained how society sucks. Alas, I stated to him that he is part of society. In his upset he explained how family members do not call and say "Hi. Are you okay Nick?" I questioned him as to whether he needed to hear from them. I questioned if he was okay with self in the alone. He pondered what I said for a moment and agreed. I spoke to him of passing colors only meant for a moment in time–a time that will leave its trace upon us for some future endeavor. He left with positive energy and excused himself for interrupting my script. Heck, he added color to it. He reminds me so much of Brooklyn!
Another interruption spoke of red doors being painted green. Where I am at, all must be described in order to find someone or something. He worked for Sears and used to make deliveries here. Upon one such delivery he was looking for the house near the cemetery with the red door. As he came into proximity, a man was in the process of painting the door GREEN! This conversation came about when he asked if I knew so and so. Although I know the person whom he referred to, I could not describe how to get to his place as I myself only have the mental cues and have not been there as yet. I would hate to send the poor man on a wild goose chase. So much for color!
So much for writing. Alas, I will call it a day. Although I do have writing from two days ago yet to be typed. Those thoughts play on authors and literature. There is never a dull moment! ~ Maggie ~ Penned before 4:00 p.m. EST on August 17, 2008
As I sit here I ponder the aspects of boredom and loneliness. What are they? What do those words mean or even imply? Would not one have to cease being to create the nothing of those two words?
At times thoughts race through my cranium so fast and elegantly that the words escape paper, but visions are drawn. Is it only a fool who can find entertainment with self either through exploration of self or by inquiring into all that can be inquired into and thus creating a busy mind?
Within me lies three: me, myself, and I. Therefore through conversation, accolades, and condemnation, along with a bit of frolic, the three make me who is alone, but fulfilled with self. Needless to say companionship is something I desire, but I do not view it as a necessity for fulfillment.
Sometimes others talk to me and yet I do not hear a word they say as I am off thinking about something else. "Did you say something?" Had they been talking all along? Then there are times when one speaks and all other noise ceases and the words of the speaker become animated, colored, and surreal as the words form images via language. Perhaps some speak like Warhol and other like Raphael.
Depac speaks of history and revolution. Paul speaks of art, psychology, and love. Reggie speaks of music and life. Marie speaks of loves and lies. Charlie questions. Ozzy says hi and shares objects found in strange places. Peter Pappy speaks of all things crazy. Craig is a flirt. George has gone the way of the dinosaur (good riddance). Randy never had anything to say save for once. Mimi is brought by way of Michael. Marge is not forgotten. Chris is sweet. Jason must be back in Queens (I do wonder if they found who killed his cousin.). Nicholas did not commit murder. Anne, yes Anne be thee well! Chriist (no typo) is covered in crystals and gives crystal and silver in trade. Nathan is Nathan and we are friends. All is as it should be. All is rainbow.
Each person is a color on a pallet. Their words and ways depict images and the images create memories. Thus how can lonely occur when one can conjure them up and interact with them as though in the flesh? Imagination has a great deal to do with it, however, a memory is not an imagined event. It is an event that has occurred in the past that can be brought into the present. By using one's imagination it is possible to create the future in the present. How? If you can see the color in your mind's eye and play out a scenario, the next interaction with color will draw out the image into the present which was the future in the past.
As I was writing this, Nick stopped in and explained how society sucks. Alas, I stated to him that he is part of society. In his upset he explained how family members do not call and say "Hi. Are you okay Nick?" I questioned him as to whether he needed to hear from them. I questioned if he was okay with self in the alone. He pondered what I said for a moment and agreed. I spoke to him of passing colors only meant for a moment in time–a time that will leave its trace upon us for some future endeavor. He left with positive energy and excused himself for interrupting my script. Heck, he added color to it. He reminds me so much of Brooklyn!
Another interruption spoke of red doors being painted green. Where I am at, all must be described in order to find someone or something. He worked for Sears and used to make deliveries here. Upon one such delivery he was looking for the house near the cemetery with the red door. As he came into proximity, a man was in the process of painting the door GREEN! This conversation came about when he asked if I knew so and so. Although I know the person whom he referred to, I could not describe how to get to his place as I myself only have the mental cues and have not been there as yet. I would hate to send the poor man on a wild goose chase. So much for color!
So much for writing. Alas, I will call it a day. Although I do have writing from two days ago yet to be typed. Those thoughts play on authors and literature. There is never a dull moment! ~ Maggie ~ Penned before 4:00 p.m. EST on August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Life is like...
Throwing a stone and having it jump across the water
At times it skips gleefully along, whereas other times it bounces and sinks to the bottom
Looking at a rainbow. The sun is shining but there is mist in the air
A roller coaster so full of ups and downs. The going up slowly makes for a great coming down
The ninth inning. The game is tie. Bases are loaded and the guy at bat has a low RBI
Cooking for two and feeding one
Cooking for one and feeding ten
Waterfalls...each roll over a rock is new
The branches on a tree forever expanding
Everything you want it to be and then some... ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2008 @ 7:54 p.m. EST
At times it skips gleefully along, whereas other times it bounces and sinks to the bottom
Looking at a rainbow. The sun is shining but there is mist in the air
A roller coaster so full of ups and downs. The going up slowly makes for a great coming down
The ninth inning. The game is tie. Bases are loaded and the guy at bat has a low RBI
Cooking for two and feeding one
Cooking for one and feeding ten
Waterfalls...each roll over a rock is new
The branches on a tree forever expanding
Everything you want it to be and then some... ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2008 @ 7:54 p.m. EST
Friday, August 15, 2008
Worker and a Whore in a Court of Law
Governor, I did see the man begging for pence and kick him I did! He who thinks I know not that he hoards his stash of begging and thievery. Beg will he? Why should it be that I should shovel the manure of cows and horses for the meager earnings of an honest man? But he? What do you do with this beggar? You let him bring his fowl odor to my door with his hat in hand smelling worse than what my nostrils can tolerate? For this I am fined? Kick him again I will! Jail me!
Sir, excuse me toothless grin again, but me was a pretty lass some time ago. You know 'ow it is deary. You gents that pay me a farthing for what I still 'ave and don't see what I don't 'ave. (*adjusts herself) Besides, ew needs a face in a dosshouse? Not that anyone cares ew comes and goes 'cept for the ripper. We care 'bout good ol' Jack we do. 'Es been up to it again 'e 'as. Gutted me friend 'e did!
Away with you wench! You smell as bad as the beggar. Let me be with my business!
That ain't what you said to me in the square while you did yer business with me. Look, me still 'as the farthing I 'ave! Is the Misses 'ere? Burp! ~ Maggie ~ August 15, 2008 @ 6:07 p.m. EST
Ah, shit I am goofy today!
Sir, excuse me toothless grin again, but me was a pretty lass some time ago. You know 'ow it is deary. You gents that pay me a farthing for what I still 'ave and don't see what I don't 'ave. (*adjusts herself) Besides, ew needs a face in a dosshouse? Not that anyone cares ew comes and goes 'cept for the ripper. We care 'bout good ol' Jack we do. 'Es been up to it again 'e 'as. Gutted me friend 'e did!
Away with you wench! You smell as bad as the beggar. Let me be with my business!
That ain't what you said to me in the square while you did yer business with me. Look, me still 'as the farthing I 'ave! Is the Misses 'ere? Burp! ~ Maggie ~ August 15, 2008 @ 6:07 p.m. EST
Ah, shit I am goofy today!
The Surreal
Seeking...
I go up to the cellar and
Down to the attic
But I can’t find the shoes on my hatrack
I saw them there last year some 4 months ago
Oh, just let me see how I look!
Ah, the mirror is reflecting the back of my head
Yet I face it forward
My, my hair has grown short
Right is left, but what is left? Nothing!
There is nothing left!
The grass is blue and the sky is green
And the sun shines while the stars are out
The moon casts so bright that I see my own shadow upon a quarter
Yet these shadows move while in stillness I stand
Do they beckon me to follow their ill trodden rhythm?
Never mind!
I’ll just hang my hats on the lower right side of the door
Or put them on my feet
What does it matter!
Let me swing the back door open and gaze upon my yard,
However, the yard has given way to corridors
Who might be that isn’t?
Let me pace the ceiling a bit longer
As I can’t seem to find the floor
Perhaps an answer will arrive in time for lunch
Some three weeks later
On a Wednesday of the following month
I hear my cat barking while I watch the dog uses the litter box
Upon looking sideways, I view the man next door
He does look rather pretty in his bright pink dress
His wife wears a pig suit and scurries about
She does grunt rather loudly...
SHUT UP you pig!
Stay out of my corridor which is my yard which isn’t
You there! You don’t belong here!
Or is it I that don’t belong?
I best go back up to the cellar and find myself
And my shoes upon the hatrack ~ Arachne ~ August 15, 2008 @ 4:19 p.m. EST
I go up to the cellar and
Down to the attic
But I can’t find the shoes on my hatrack
I saw them there last year some 4 months ago
Oh, just let me see how I look!
Ah, the mirror is reflecting the back of my head
Yet I face it forward
My, my hair has grown short
Right is left, but what is left? Nothing!
There is nothing left!
The grass is blue and the sky is green
And the sun shines while the stars are out
The moon casts so bright that I see my own shadow upon a quarter
Yet these shadows move while in stillness I stand
Do they beckon me to follow their ill trodden rhythm?
Never mind!
I’ll just hang my hats on the lower right side of the door
Or put them on my feet
What does it matter!
Let me swing the back door open and gaze upon my yard,
However, the yard has given way to corridors
Who might be that isn’t?
Let me pace the ceiling a bit longer
As I can’t seem to find the floor
Perhaps an answer will arrive in time for lunch
Some three weeks later
On a Wednesday of the following month
I hear my cat barking while I watch the dog uses the litter box
Upon looking sideways, I view the man next door
He does look rather pretty in his bright pink dress
His wife wears a pig suit and scurries about
She does grunt rather loudly...
SHUT UP you pig!
Stay out of my corridor which is my yard which isn’t
You there! You don’t belong here!
Or is it I that don’t belong?
I best go back up to the cellar and find myself
And my shoes upon the hatrack ~ Arachne ~ August 15, 2008 @ 4:19 p.m. EST
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Laying it to madness...
I did notice and absorb with thirst quenched eyes
Silently absorbing at opportune moments
Not making spectacle even upon nose
As glass gives way to greater vision
But clarity differs
Did I silently drink in that which I spied?
Or was detection noted?
Me thinks I silently observed and minded
Was self betrayed?
Ah, no bother!
Who is to say what causes a stir, but stir is a stir nonetheless
Honey colored orbs...smile and voice...ah yes!
Yet I heeded it not as that is my way
How and why is not important
It was...it is...
Madness...
But lo, the madness!
Only a drunken fool would squander the relish
Twas not my plan to throb so
Ah, the hypnosis
The reeling of feeling
Desire that speaks at a deafening pitch
Hair on end standing prickle
Hums cause vibrations to swoon
The room spins as I shatter
Quaking shatter so worth the matter
Fire engulfed....
Overthrown
I am OWNED!
What plot will be hatched to get my way? Pondering... But of course I have been undertaking it as it is reasonable. Reasonable to ponder and actions lie not far. To deny this aspect would be a fallacy and a liar I am not. Then again, I cannot serve my own reason as reason states in kind words that a dual factor is required. Alas, I do not have proper data to create the equation nor am I the whole of the sum. Sad, but true I am but a half.
Twas lovely this night listening to lines read aloud while watching features and gaining an encore from the last verse. Ah! That was the one! The one that spoke loudly of knowledge and experience. A finer piece could not have been had. Me hopes he takes that one for analyzation. Playful art thou and a pleasure!
Seek into the glass past the image as that is where one can find thee and thy value! Tis priceless and a comfort! Know this. ~ Maggie ~ August 14, 2008 @ 3:27 a.m. EST
Silently absorbing at opportune moments
Not making spectacle even upon nose
As glass gives way to greater vision
But clarity differs
Did I silently drink in that which I spied?
Or was detection noted?
Me thinks I silently observed and minded
Was self betrayed?
Ah, no bother!
Who is to say what causes a stir, but stir is a stir nonetheless
Honey colored orbs...smile and voice...ah yes!
Yet I heeded it not as that is my way
How and why is not important
It was...it is...
Madness...
But lo, the madness!
Only a drunken fool would squander the relish
Twas not my plan to throb so
Ah, the hypnosis
The reeling of feeling
Desire that speaks at a deafening pitch
Hair on end standing prickle
Hums cause vibrations to swoon
The room spins as I shatter
Quaking shatter so worth the matter
Fire engulfed....
Overthrown
I am OWNED!
What plot will be hatched to get my way? Pondering... But of course I have been undertaking it as it is reasonable. Reasonable to ponder and actions lie not far. To deny this aspect would be a fallacy and a liar I am not. Then again, I cannot serve my own reason as reason states in kind words that a dual factor is required. Alas, I do not have proper data to create the equation nor am I the whole of the sum. Sad, but true I am but a half.
Twas lovely this night listening to lines read aloud while watching features and gaining an encore from the last verse. Ah! That was the one! The one that spoke loudly of knowledge and experience. A finer piece could not have been had. Me hopes he takes that one for analyzation. Playful art thou and a pleasure!
Seek into the glass past the image as that is where one can find thee and thy value! Tis priceless and a comfort! Know this. ~ Maggie ~ August 14, 2008 @ 3:27 a.m. EST
Saturday, August 9, 2008
A G E N D A
Seeking global revolution. Let corporate giants, religious organizations, and governments crumble to their knees. Let their knees feel the shards of glass whilst they bleed crawling for the forgiveness of the masses.
Will the masses have it? If given the opportunity for forgiveness, would they not rise again and do the same? What say you to a constant state of revolt?
In discussions with a real life person, the matter of empty bellies of the middle class arose. It is those bellies that will hurt more than the current poor and they will rise up and take on thievery into which they are forced in order to feed themselves and their family. At this point, people will organize en masse.
He and I agreed that it will be from the intellectuals that the leaders will come in organized fashion and bring about global social change by way of communism/socialism. In our discussion, we did hit on India, Vietnam, Russia, China, Japan, Germany, and Cuba to name a few.
It should be taken into account that one country’s revolt is not enough and one must take into account allies coming to the rescue to put down the so called dissidents. There must be none to be called upon. There must be a united front.
It should also be noted that when the people rise, those in the front lines will be killed until the soldiers or police can distinguish that they are one of us and drop their weapons or turn them on the oppressors. Where lies the blood of the true global patriots? It lies in our veins. ~ Maggie ~ August 9, 2008 @ 5:09 p.m.EST
Will the masses have it? If given the opportunity for forgiveness, would they not rise again and do the same? What say you to a constant state of revolt?
In discussions with a real life person, the matter of empty bellies of the middle class arose. It is those bellies that will hurt more than the current poor and they will rise up and take on thievery into which they are forced in order to feed themselves and their family. At this point, people will organize en masse.
He and I agreed that it will be from the intellectuals that the leaders will come in organized fashion and bring about global social change by way of communism/socialism. In our discussion, we did hit on India, Vietnam, Russia, China, Japan, Germany, and Cuba to name a few.
It should be taken into account that one country’s revolt is not enough and one must take into account allies coming to the rescue to put down the so called dissidents. There must be none to be called upon. There must be a united front.
It should also be noted that when the people rise, those in the front lines will be killed until the soldiers or police can distinguish that they are one of us and drop their weapons or turn them on the oppressors. Where lies the blood of the true global patriots? It lies in our veins. ~ Maggie ~ August 9, 2008 @ 5:09 p.m.EST
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Getting Grounded
To anyone who knows what it is like to not have food should know that stuffing one's self for but a brief moment will hurt more than maintaining the hunger for the long haul. For this I gear myself.
A person who is used to little or nothing will not feel the bitter bite of hunger that a well fed belly will feel. Social conditions not self inflicted caused this manifestation, but then it morphs itself into self-conditioning so it will not hurt as much the next time round.
Can it be said that the well maintained carnivorous/herbivorous individual who maintains a belly full times three daily will wince at the one small portion of grub that is had every other day? Me thinks yes as I have been there. When you have nothing you have nothing to lose. When you have lost it all you learn.
Does it not seem that pleasure of all kinds relates to sorrow on the morrow? Alas, the responsibility lies upon the head of the starved who have feasted. As always, knowledge gained comes from the experience and knowing the ramifications of our deeds. At least the foundation of starvation exists and will be easily reverted back to. ~ Maggie ~ August 7, 2008 @ 6:01 p.m.
A person who is used to little or nothing will not feel the bitter bite of hunger that a well fed belly will feel. Social conditions not self inflicted caused this manifestation, but then it morphs itself into self-conditioning so it will not hurt as much the next time round.
Can it be said that the well maintained carnivorous/herbivorous individual who maintains a belly full times three daily will wince at the one small portion of grub that is had every other day? Me thinks yes as I have been there. When you have nothing you have nothing to lose. When you have lost it all you learn.
Does it not seem that pleasure of all kinds relates to sorrow on the morrow? Alas, the responsibility lies upon the head of the starved who have feasted. As always, knowledge gained comes from the experience and knowing the ramifications of our deeds. At least the foundation of starvation exists and will be easily reverted back to. ~ Maggie ~ August 7, 2008 @ 6:01 p.m.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Heat Is Early: Trying to simmer...
Do you know what it is like when your body reaching the boiling point? Imagine what a volcano feels like just before it is going to explode? Imagine if it couldn't, but was always bubbling up dying to blow the top of a mountain off? Imagine that type of intensity and then CRY! Wiggling and squirming and head is whirling. Stay afloat. It is only a few more weeks. CHILL. Oh I can't. I whimper as I sit here. The agony. This is no game. Perhaps I am going mad. No no no! Growl, cry, whimper, buck, and lose glasses in the moment. Where are they? Where did I lay them down? No this is not funny. If one has a gun, shoot me and give me rest.
Imagine not being able to think straight in any manner? Imagine if even placing your thoughts down is a great effort because you want to throw yourself down and play bacon. Oh so fried! Desperately I try to control my anatomy and I can't as the mind is not cooperating. This is a great effort to write. I want my mind elsewhere for a bit. Trying so hard to stop. Do I want to? Ahhh. Misery never felt so good or bad. I don't know.
Heat is early this year and it is quite intense. Normally it is tolerable and I get a good jolly, but this is maddening! Oh madness to the extent it is hard to eat. At least today it is. A simmer is all I seek right now. Shut the flame for awhile as a pressure cooker I'm not. It hurts. It really hurts. ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, 8/6/08 ~ 10:07 p.m. EST
Imagine not being able to think straight in any manner? Imagine if even placing your thoughts down is a great effort because you want to throw yourself down and play bacon. Oh so fried! Desperately I try to control my anatomy and I can't as the mind is not cooperating. This is a great effort to write. I want my mind elsewhere for a bit. Trying so hard to stop. Do I want to? Ahhh. Misery never felt so good or bad. I don't know.
Heat is early this year and it is quite intense. Normally it is tolerable and I get a good jolly, but this is maddening! Oh madness to the extent it is hard to eat. At least today it is. A simmer is all I seek right now. Shut the flame for awhile as a pressure cooker I'm not. It hurts. It really hurts. ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, 8/6/08 ~ 10:07 p.m. EST
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Woof
The flush of cheek as thoughts stray to another time
Memories strike chords in melodic detail
Orchestrated naturally and beautifully
Sparks fly in directions igniting my whole being
Tis magick in pure form
Which causes the waves to crash with a mighty roar
The seas do not obey the laws of movement
Upon themselves they crash
They do not conform
It is so elemental
So raw and real
What was has not died and departed
Nay! It lives ~ Maggie ~ 8/5/08 @ 7:29 p.m. EST
Memories strike chords in melodic detail
Orchestrated naturally and beautifully
Sparks fly in directions igniting my whole being
Tis magick in pure form
Which causes the waves to crash with a mighty roar
The seas do not obey the laws of movement
Upon themselves they crash
They do not conform
It is so elemental
So raw and real
What was has not died and departed
Nay! It lives ~ Maggie ~ 8/5/08 @ 7:29 p.m. EST
Monday, August 4, 2008
SENSES w/o Sensibility?
A buzz is blistering white noise blasting the drum of my ear
The anvil is stricken with such great velocity
Sensory perception overload occurs within the confines of the auditory cortex
The orbital sockets seem to expand for an instant awaiting
A blast flash of white light magnified
Its intensity is blinding
The pupils implode
As the retina receives the message the visual cortex shuts down
MEH...
Where is the drama?
Sitting beside myself I wonder about the “what if” and “could be.” To say that I do not take chances is foolhardy, as I am one to risk it all in the game of chance for the greater good even if that good is short standing. I have been down this road before and it will lie before me again.
The staircase has two possibilities
However, each step in either direction contains something of its own
Perhaps it could be called merit
Alas I ponder in magnified form
All possible scenarios
As if played on a lyre, the notes resonate majestically
Simply...ideally...
So much life and so little time
One foot in front of the other and a cliff is ahead
The blindfolded fool sees not
This wide eyed individual sees all
Pondering differences in scale
Balanced and yet not
I am but 180 degrees from death
I am but 180 degrees from life
All in all, this is full circle one more time ~ Maggie ~ August 4, 2008
The anvil is stricken with such great velocity
Sensory perception overload occurs within the confines of the auditory cortex
The orbital sockets seem to expand for an instant awaiting
A blast flash of white light magnified
Its intensity is blinding
The pupils implode
As the retina receives the message the visual cortex shuts down
MEH...
Where is the drama?
Sitting beside myself I wonder about the “what if” and “could be.” To say that I do not take chances is foolhardy, as I am one to risk it all in the game of chance for the greater good even if that good is short standing. I have been down this road before and it will lie before me again.
The staircase has two possibilities
However, each step in either direction contains something of its own
Perhaps it could be called merit
Alas I ponder in magnified form
All possible scenarios
As if played on a lyre, the notes resonate majestically
Simply...ideally...
So much life and so little time
One foot in front of the other and a cliff is ahead
The blindfolded fool sees not
This wide eyed individual sees all
Pondering differences in scale
Balanced and yet not
I am but 180 degrees from death
I am but 180 degrees from life
All in all, this is full circle one more time ~ Maggie ~ August 4, 2008
Torn between two worlds: The elemental fix
Torn betwixt and between two elements
Both in my nature to be
Yet where shall I roam?
There is a cryptic calling in one direction
It is one half of me that rages for what was and what still is
For that is the real me in my natural surroundings
Whilst there are age old roots in another
Which will always be there even when I am long gone to dust
Only one element is needed for the best of both worlds
Me thinks in accidental form, all could be placed finely
Yet I would want preparation
Anticipation
Knowledge
However, having such would not be viewed as accidental
I run a tin along the cage, but no one hears it
I shake the bars and I scream to no avail
Stuck for the time being in a muck
A muck three inches thick which makes a sucking sound at every footstep lifted
There is no sliding here, but a tug exists
It is just the goo pulling me down and keeping me from freedom
I want to run like a wild stallion with my mane blowing in the wind
For every benefit there is a loss
The scales will either maintain their static level
Or desperation will set in
And justice will be had when weighing a feather against a rock
What calls the loudest and which bears more benefit?
To be me in full force surely screams my name
The problem is to answer it
If there are typos or other mistakes in this writ, pardon me, but my zone decay pills are kicking my ass. Just one more grand scam to make things more tolerable. Hell, anything is possible. ~ Maggie ~ August 4, 2008 @ 5:24 a.m. EST
Both in my nature to be
Yet where shall I roam?
There is a cryptic calling in one direction
It is one half of me that rages for what was and what still is
For that is the real me in my natural surroundings
Whilst there are age old roots in another
Which will always be there even when I am long gone to dust
Only one element is needed for the best of both worlds
Me thinks in accidental form, all could be placed finely
Yet I would want preparation
Anticipation
Knowledge
However, having such would not be viewed as accidental
I run a tin along the cage, but no one hears it
I shake the bars and I scream to no avail
Stuck for the time being in a muck
A muck three inches thick which makes a sucking sound at every footstep lifted
There is no sliding here, but a tug exists
It is just the goo pulling me down and keeping me from freedom
I want to run like a wild stallion with my mane blowing in the wind
For every benefit there is a loss
The scales will either maintain their static level
Or desperation will set in
And justice will be had when weighing a feather against a rock
What calls the loudest and which bears more benefit?
To be me in full force surely screams my name
The problem is to answer it
If there are typos or other mistakes in this writ, pardon me, but my zone decay pills are kicking my ass. Just one more grand scam to make things more tolerable. Hell, anything is possible. ~ Maggie ~ August 4, 2008 @ 5:24 a.m. EST
Saturday, August 2, 2008
What do you do when someone asks you for a muffler?
What do you do when someone asks you for a muffler?
In case you don't know what a muffler is, it is a gun silencer. Although I suggested for him to make it himself, he is afraid to shoot himself in the process. When he stated that, I had to laugh in his face and tell him you unload the weapon if you fear shooting yourself. Where do these people come from? What woodwork do they crawl out of? What do I look like? Do I look like CRIME INCORPORATED? Be honest!
Okay so I have some rough edges, but you would think (and I am stereotyping here) that an Italian would know where to get the equipment. Bah. The guy was bold enough to show me his gun license as he rattled off his weaponry. Why me? If they are not looking to kill someone, then they are looking at jimmying their weapons. I ain't no felon. Should I start wearing pink? ~ Maggie ~ Saturday, August 2, 2008 @ 4:57 EST
In case you don't know what a muffler is, it is a gun silencer. Although I suggested for him to make it himself, he is afraid to shoot himself in the process. When he stated that, I had to laugh in his face and tell him you unload the weapon if you fear shooting yourself. Where do these people come from? What woodwork do they crawl out of? What do I look like? Do I look like CRIME INCORPORATED? Be honest!
Okay so I have some rough edges, but you would think (and I am stereotyping here) that an Italian would know where to get the equipment. Bah. The guy was bold enough to show me his gun license as he rattled off his weaponry. Why me? If they are not looking to kill someone, then they are looking at jimmying their weapons. I ain't no felon. Should I start wearing pink? ~ Maggie ~ Saturday, August 2, 2008 @ 4:57 EST
Pissed the flock off at some rat bastards...
Granted I don't have much on my chest, but I need to get this off my chest before I choke someone. I am pissed the fuck off at the NERVE of You Tube suspending my account for two weeks for SUPPOSED pornography and/or sexually explicit footage on two (YES TWO) of my videos WHICH THEY REMOVED. Bah, pish, and fie! Now I have no damn interaction privileges. Talk about something sucking ass. IT SUCKS ASS! Those prissy folks who can't tell art from shit flag me! WTF!!! What shall be next? Shall they flag renaissance art? Where lies their mind? Me thinks that they sit on their brain and when having a bowel movement they lose parts of it. Grrr. Now I have to wait until the 13th of the month before I can comment, post a video, or answer my damn mail. Not for anything, I bet it was bible toters from Texas. Perhaps one was miffed because I was able to hone in on his ass. Ah, the powers of deduction.
Not for anything, I will be a sweetpea and see if I can find out who and how many flagged me and I will create a mirror account(s) and REPOST! What irks me is why would they wait until I had almost 3,000 hits before removing me. Bust my nut will they? Like Schwarzenegger said "I'll be back" and it will be with a vengeance.
Ah hem. I fell a tad better now, however, I will reel and feel all the more grand and glorious when I am at it again! Boo, hiss, and spit! ~ Maggie ~ Saturday, August 2, 2008 @ 4:09 p.m. EST
ADDENDUM: I will be posting a blast on censorship and flagging. I will pose questions as to what is considered porno and/or sexually explicit. Opinions are like assholes and I want to see which are which. Man, I know I will be banned!
Not for anything, I will be a sweetpea and see if I can find out who and how many flagged me and I will create a mirror account(s) and REPOST! What irks me is why would they wait until I had almost 3,000 hits before removing me. Bust my nut will they? Like Schwarzenegger said "I'll be back" and it will be with a vengeance.
Ah hem. I fell a tad better now, however, I will reel and feel all the more grand and glorious when I am at it again! Boo, hiss, and spit! ~ Maggie ~ Saturday, August 2, 2008 @ 4:09 p.m. EST
ADDENDUM: I will be posting a blast on censorship and flagging. I will pose questions as to what is considered porno and/or sexually explicit. Opinions are like assholes and I want to see which are which. Man, I know I will be banned!
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