Vamoose....

Verdant, with dye,
shy as she shame

this instrument flows effortless

you wish

one tenth I am whole

innocent & excused

moments pardoned plenty & mundane

Twirling & spinning no change or transfer

honored & proud

of?

why?

a fools- gold

golden and pristine

shaped and shined

carved and mastered

chained and trained

a life be

fitting

of a Queen with no throne

shared by many

and ghosts dance with ghosts

I have become

and you are not my Lord

effort-less

restless & bored

These I have played

piper is paid

HaBITCHual

I am not your morning cigarette....
the tapping of fingernails,
or cup of black coffee.
I am not a twitch, a tick, or drink at six.
I'm not sugar,
or your favorite TV show,
tattoos, bike riding,
I'm none of these.
I'm your girl full of sad memories.
And I'm pissed off.
Habits don't do that...I don't think.
I don't know how many bottles of beerI have consumed while waiting for things to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after splits with women-waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming upout of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"
the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.
while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.
well, there's beersacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet as
hand stale beer,or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.in the morning
making the only sound in your life.
beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is

I want an Original

Marilyn Mason WaterColor Painting....

"Poor Song"

Baby I'm afraid of a lot of things but
I ain't scared of loving you
And baby I know you're afraid of a lot of things But don't be scared of love... 'cause
People will say all kinds of things But that don't mean a damn to me'
Cause all I see is what's in front of me
And that's you
Well I've been dragged all over the place
I've taken hits time just don't erase And baby I can see you've been fucked with too
But that don't mean your loving days are through
'Cause people will say all kinds of things But that don't mean a damn to me
'Cause all I see is what's in front of me And that's you
Well I may be just a fool
But I know you're just as cool
And cool kids, they belong together

A 10cc apocalyptic cocktail of sunshine, and the pretty words you tell to your girls

Well lookie here,two photoshoots coming up and I'm on a roll
Might not stay here
Might just move
Fuck the house
Fuck the hick town
Maybe I need more country
or
My city life again..
As I was saying,
Everyone here is a big ol bowl of flakes.

I walk into a packed bar after a breakup and you get the gossip, you get the dirt, you get the backs of people, then the couple guys who know your hittable. You get the drunk slip ups and the opps we shouldnt have told her that.

Oh heres one,you go into a bar,the man buys you a drink,then asks you to buy him his 2nd and dinner cause his hungry.
Are you kidding me?
That boy walked himelf home last night.

Boys are dumb,
I've been ruined, really.
Maybe I'm a cunt now.
Just a sexy mean old cunt.
I use to love thinkin bout those white weddings but no, fuck marriages.
Fuck them.

Bathtub running at 4 in the morning after a tom waits show dead asleep.
No more bathtub sleeps,unless someones in there with me.
He makes me want to roll around in some dirt after drinking brandy and some coffee.
I bet he doesnt even shoot, I bet he just puts it in is coffee.
Laughing his ass off at how rich snobs who cant take his humor are paying 100 bucks a ticket and 20 bucks a shirt, and the people who are his fans sit outside writting poetry tripping off who knows what,a shirt that infact he probably stumbled out unto his morning driveway, after making love to many of his women, saw his car leaking, toke some pictures and screen printed oil stains on shirts. People had to choose between 3 different kinds, of sort of resembling whatever you thought it was, oil stains.the mans a genius, nothing like em.

I did leave early though, couldnt stand the clapping.and I was one of the last people to get in the show when it was all cleared out, and I dont have a reason for that one.

I'm never the bad guy.
Im the type girl who would fuck you and say we taste good togather.
Let you off your leash for a bit and take you back.
But of course beat you with a phone book or newspaper of some sort after, dumb dogs

Fuck Love.

I'm off to some new citys!

New Years Resolution(s):

• Meeting more People who use less without being useless
• Living life with the least amount of harm to others
• Hanging around more sober adults
• Eating the healthiest possible
• This year, my garden is going to be fucking HUGE, bigger then last year
  (then I am going to can all the extras I don't eat)
• I'm going to take more pictures

Go on more hikes

Go on more road trips






See more concerts/shows


Practice being more spiritual


Get more tattoos