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Anarchy’s Beauty

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Shelter in a storm...Your willow, when the sun is out

Shelter in a storm…Your willow, when the sun is out

What is honest beauty? Really? Would it be a sought after lover whispering in your ear…your size doesn’t matter to me…what is important is on the inside!
I’ve said that more times than I care to admit, recently. Yet, if we are being honest. Yes, a small/petite/brunette with a hint of awkwardness and a touch of ambiguity along side a strong sense of pride and tossed into a salad bowl of intelligence would suit me just fine.
Just fine! That would mark me as vain. I would be no different than most.
Honest beauty, however, doesn’t really come in a bottle of dyed to be blonde and dumb. It does not POP out of a package of pretend shyness. Nor is it an any booty call cried by bad fashion on the back of an ass built like a billboard.
Having the good fortune to live with beauty, a partner slowly becoming the confident and the comfortable woman she has always been to me: I am able to see the forest for the trees.
Anarchy, back in the day, had been a forbidden fruit of breath taking charisma. I believe it still has an illusive hold on me. To step outside of the confinements of pop country/western and bubble gum piercings half meant to make a statement. Real anarchy is throwing one’s weight against an immovable object expecting that someday a change will come. Plight and fight is in the beauty of unbiased beings.
There is a tree, much to my chagrin, for I abhor taking pictures of wood. It has been over done and over worked and over the top for too many avid photographers. Akin to taking pictures of covered bridges and stone walls.

...beauty is anarchy by definition

…beauty is anarchy by definition

However, the beauty that surrounds this one tree. I believe it to be a willow. Is the direct result of the charm each branch gives off. Sitting quietly off in the distance in a field and edging itself around a shallow pond. My willow is no different than yours or someone else’s willow.
But see, there is the difference in honest beauty, it has composed itself enough to make someone stop everyday, every backwoods mile and every bump in the road; and breath in and breath out.
This simple trick of Mother Nature has left me breathless and knowing one thing…I will never truly capture ‘honest beauty’ for that is not in the definition.

Mother Nature is a poet

Mother Nature is a poet

Willow
I may not be your best
You know good ones
Don’t come by the score
If you’ve got something missing
I’ll help you look
You can be sure
And if you want to be alone
Or someone to share a laugh
Whatever you want me to
All you got to do is ask

Thunder
Don’t go under the sheets
Lightening
Under a tree
In the rain and snow
I’ll be your fire inside
Come running to me
When things get out of hand
Running to me
When it’s more than you can stand
I said I’m strong
Straight
Willing
To be a
Shelter
In a storm
Your willow oh willow
When the sun is out

A fight with your best girl
Prettiest thing you ever saw
You know I’ll listen
Try to get a message to her
And if it’s money you want
Or trouble halved
What ever you want me to
All you got to do is ask
I said I’m strong
Straight
Willing
To be a
Shelter in a storm
Your willow oh willow
When the sun is out…

A step off the path of traveling with Ambien Annie C., and you can see forever.

Neanderthal Woman

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Battle for the Planet of the Apes

Battle for the Planet of the Apes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thoughts on Ambien not so Full of Grace:
So, languidly and apologetically, I must say something. Not all twenty-somethings are the missing link to Neanderthal woman and Attack of the Fifty foot Dumbed Down Dyed Blonde.

P.S. Send Beckett Couvillion my love

P.S.
Send Beckett Couvillion my love

Not all attempt to defraud the government and profess a yearning to better the world in one false swoop of ignorant bliss.
Some pay their way through college on their dime and on their time and raise a family, sometimes with Baby Daddy, most often not.
Most do not claim indecent exposure of the plus side of life; they managed to work, volunteer, balance good with bad and cry at night once the kids are a sleep.
The handfuls of upper middle class ‘I want to be an adult…I really do!’ that live with Mum and Daddy. Rake sawdust to better the environment and pray to no higher power. These children dressed in Trazodone/Ambien disguise prey off the idea that ‘someone somewhere owes them something.’

Today there had been a beautiful woman to the likes I had never seen. She was balancing a child on one hip, scolding another child and handing out commands as though she had been running the tightest ship in the shipping business.
She gives to the local community via their needs and wants. She is proud and strong and versatile in what is given…for she and many like her know all too well what is needed.
She is a daughter to the next generation. No mother or father to pave a path of bad intentions and spoiled sexual ideation topped with gender bender idealism.
AmeriCorps VISTA, FEMA, spoilers of the spoiled brats have handed down karaoke machines, sweet drinks and open mic nights to these Romney descendants. The 1% of America that her majesty should disown. There are no nude portraits. No fingers held behind the back to which the Annie/Ambien’s speak promises with forked tongue. There is a generation out there willing to pay their fair share. Pick up the mess and gluttony of my group of wanton hippies and attempt to make the grass green again.
Why is it the privilege few are marking every leg with the scent of oblivious inadequacy? The papered in money few are soiling the lot of the working class.
Again, there are your tax dollars at work.
I suppose there is nothing we can do but POP another Ambien and hop it all goes away.

the Princess and the Lesbian

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Cover of Still Life With Woodpecker, echoing t...

Cover of Still Life With Woodpecker, echoing the design of the Camel cigarette packet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Conversation between a lesbian Lioness and a misguided by bad karma waif…current day:
Lioness:
You do not love me. You do not know what pain is! I cannot sit idly and watch as your sponge like inertia fills with society’s ideas of right or wrong!
Waif:
Duh! What does that mean…I have to stop and Google every time we argue. Just tell me…will you leave the other for me?
Lioness:
How and why would I take part of my soul…the deepest part and turn it into a fashionable date for you?
Waif:
Enough already…I’ll just go and be by myself. That’s how it was meant to be. Maybe I could volunteer to rake all the waste from the earth for VISTA!

Conversation between a princess and an outlaw:
“If I stand for fairy-tale balls and dragon bait–dragon bait–what do you stand for?”
“Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.”
“Franky, it seems to me that you’ve turned yourself into a stereotype.”
“You may be right. I don’t care. As any car freak will tell you, the old models are the most beautiful, even if they aren’t the most efficient. People who sacrifice beauty for efficiency get what they deserve.”
“Well, you may get off on being a beautiful stereotype, regardless of the social consequences, but my conscience won’t allow it.”
“And I goddamn refuse to be dragon bait. I’m as capable of rescuing you as you are of rescuing me.”
“I’m an outlaw, not a hero. I never intended to rescue you. We’re our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

There is never any use in putting out a helping hand when the help wanted sign has been taken down!

Ambien/Annie the C., Gracie Williams Freebush

nothing like an undisciplined and untamed animal

nothing like an undisciplined and untamed animal

the Tradition Marriage Museum…Not!

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if a homosexual lies down with a tree...in turn does the tree get put to death

if a homosexual lies down with a tree…in turn does the tree get put to death

The National Marriage Organization

Welcome to our new organization promoting traditional marriage! Here are five short videos explaining our beliefs. Start with whatever topic you like most.

Here is a wonderfully autonomous list of choices in case your a homophobic homosexual and/or speared by your own identity confusion heterosexual:

1.Defining tradition marriage…

Basically, this little video fills us all in on the right and wrong positions to take in and out of the bedroom.

2.You are already equal, in other words, everyone has equal opportunity to do as we say not as we do.

3. Leviticus!  And, of course, the moral majority‘s take on what the bible is really saying.

If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death.

There were two other very important statements about how to STRAIGHTEN ourselves out but I got bored.

 

Okay, now, Ambien Grace has laid down with a married women+ mother is homophobic= threat to disown and dress said child in traditional ‘female’ cloth.  Pink, polyester and other unnatural fabrics.

Married woman + Dumbed Down 23 year old= in many countries-death by stone.

Uganda+ homosexuality= death no matter if you happened to be next to a homo or sharing a bus seat with them.  In that neck of the woods, your best bet is to be seen reading Leviticus over and over and over again, whilst, professing abstinence from any and all objects that protrude.

I have lied down with many things…dogs, cats, my Higher Power, my mother and on rare occasions, the earth.  I wonder what Jesus thinks of all this?  The government in the shitter because it cannot get out of it’s own immoral way to make sound moral decisions.

The closeted homosexuals who live in fear of loss of job and/or loss of faith.  And, what of the many, educated and playing around with the idea of being politically correct; are not those persons just as impure as the thoughts that cross my mind?

My grand nephews are of mixed and melted blood.  The are what many would call, coffee with light cream.  Adorable and playful.  Innocent and full of questions.  Do you suppose they too are corrupted simply by the shameful uniqueness of their skin?

do you think he knows that one chair is different from the other & does he really care?

do you think he knows that one chair is different from the other & does he really care?

I don’t know I suppose we are all evil and corruptible.  Even the bible tells us so!

It’s a Jungle Out There

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Have a very fruitful day

Have a very fruitful day

What next? Should we put a child proof cap on life? In a matter of just one hour this is what the world brought me:
A caution stamp on my coffee cup.
A do not remove tag on my pillow of comfort.
Please dispose of feminine objects in the receptacle provided.
A shield of woe across my razor.
Cotton pickin’ balls all through my medicine cabinet.
Cigarettes cause cancer etched in the palm of my hand.
Warning this drink has been know to cause obesity amongst most Americans.
Leaflets galore amongst the pills so few…may cause depression, diabetes, blindness and death.
If you need an injury lawyer, blah, blah, blah, between the morning forecost of global warming and tips on how to communicate with your spouse.
Sense when did we become so founded in dumbness that walking the dog can cause severe allergic reactions to life?

it’s a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning

… human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers
took us out of the oven a little too early. And that’s the
reason we’re as crazy as we are and I believe it.”

“Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered
down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don’t want it.
I don’t want that much organization in my life.
I don’t want other people thinking for me.
I want my Junior Mints. Where did the Junior Mints go in the
movies. I don’t want a 12 lb. Nestle‘s crunch for 25 dollars. I
want Junior Mints.”

“We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care! I’m mad as hell! And I don’t want to
take it anymore!”

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin’ naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in California where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
They’ve got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontosaurs, chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret’s in the crust

“Speakin’ of fruitcakes, how ’bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work.”

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost its cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

“Religion! Religion! Oh, there’s a thin line between Saturday
night and Sunday morning. Here we go now.
Alright, altar boys.”

Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa

Where’s the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god’s honest truth is it’s not that simple
It’s the Buddhist in you, it’s the Pagan in me
It’s the Muslim in him, she’s Catholic ain’t she?
It’s the born again look its the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what’s goin on, I ain’t gotta clue

“Now here comes the big ones. Relationships! We all got ‘em, we
all want ‘em. What do we do with ‘em?
Here we go, I’ll tell ya.”

She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That’s the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin’ bug

“The future. Captain’s log, stardate two thousand and something.”

We’re seven years from the millenium
That’s a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL
Now don’t look that abstract
So I’ll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day