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Ballad of the Pitchfork Brigade
(It’s my hope that you forgive the choppy “sound” of it. It’s one of those messages I’ve been working on for a while, with the melody completed. But tonight is when all of the words finally found their way home as well. I may post the finished song in a future diary entry. In the…
Still Learning the Hobby
I’m still learning the hobby..and still honored by your stopping by. Thank You.
Memories From Learning A New Hobby
Ahh, the zooming in when I should have zoomed out. My child asking “What the heck was THAT about?” The sighs over missed beats and chuckling when seeing them hiding in places they had no business being. The seams and the boo-boos, with other errors too. The best part of all…when I shared them with…
Just How Thick is My Tin Foil?
Or.. Have I committed myself, one hundred percent, to any single theory on what’s “going on with us”. No. As well as certain arrangements can work, there are certain bits which don’t measure up very well at all. Bits like the stories about important documents being left and found at office liquidation auctions, found on…
Alan Watts, Improving Yourself | Remastered
Make sure to listen to this one. Because I would love to see the day when you declare how much of a success you are, without the assistance, influence and intimidation from another man. And the whole world knows that it’s nothing but The Truth. Where you have the respect and admiration of millions of…
Jive Talkin’ u.n. Style
It’s part of how they get away with the sh*t they get away with. Talking over, under and around. Using big words, repeating the same “bla blah” and rewording the same “rretch”. Over and over and over.. Again. Over dozens of pages. Many times, hundreds. I threw together a video presenting an example, which you’ll…
Austrian Flower Cafe Ambience
Surely, There’s Gotta Be Someone, Somewhere.
Ya, I know I’m a born dummy. Heck, I have to be, to have committed the unforgiveable crime of being born on Massa’s pristine planet. But my birth is the type of trash that cropped up during one of Massa’s own “jungle- fever-let’s-make-everyone-a-whore” love-ins of the late 60s. Not much I could have done about…
To My Brown Daughter-NO More Privates on Parade. Please.
I’m not a do-gooder and I’m not a moralist finger wagger. If you aren’t my daughter, then you are of the age. I’m an old brown skinned woman who grew up on this wretched “disguised” plantation. So. Listen. Please. 1- If you haven’t heard yet, Massa’s got his teeth in this country (in high particular)…
Ramsy's Joint 