It is OFFICAL!

I'm not longer a member of the church! I'm free! The lift off my heart of knowing I am exactly who I am suppose to be. I no longer am counted among a group I don't share the same values, or beliefs with. I am just me, and that is just lovely :)

Humble

I'll show you meek. My life might hang like a mote of dust in a sunbeam, or the current of swirls that curl down the drain, sitting in the rinse like sand in the tide. My grasp on reality has been fragile at best, these days I've dreamt of disappearing, washing down that drain, following those rays into the horizon. I dare chase the sun. The cold and the dark make me suffocate inside. If I were a wolf and had fur I could walk the paths I long to follow, but my coat would kill me in the end, it's forbidden to be a wolf in civilization. I would rather be a wolf than a woman. Both are treacherous to society but at least I wouldn't carry the seed of my enemy inside me. At least I could die with snow beneath me and heat chasing my breath.

.x.

Because sometimes we die young.
Chicks to chickens.
Horses.
Rabbits or bunny which ever you'd rather.
Kitties, lots, and lots, of kitties.
turtles, fishes, frogs, crabs...
She loved them all.

She felt free on a horse back.
She liked to fly.
The country girl, cowgirl boots.

A Bunny with spoiled soft veggie diets.
CHINA TOOTH!
I'll never forget, but she forgot :(

California sand and long drives.
Slapping sunburnt legs in the back seat.
Chasing goats in hopes they'd faint.
They just got pissed.. :)

To be shocked. Did it reset her?
Was her brain ok?
Did she hurt?

I love her, she taught me to laugh.
To give half a fuck about what others thought.
She never seemed to care for judgments.

She was shy, but didn't take shit.
"FA-BAM!" She head butted Kim.
No Megs didn't take no shit. ;)

I remember he strong tan legs.
She ran track, she loved the sun.
I admired her will power.

The sticky bug, that damn sky light.
at least 10 minutes before each lunch
We never thought we'd get it down.
Stacey May and hangers.
It was ours, the world was ours.

I think of you there with too much make up.
A music box on your chest.
I still can't believe how still you were.
It didn't look peaceful to me.
You looked dead, because you are.

Megs.x. I am sorry.

All I do is cry...

I cry because I want some retribution! I cry because she died too young. I'm mad I didn't get to take her her birthday present. I'm pissed! I'm fucking livid.

Love & Death

"Prettiest Kitty" he says.

Kiss and Hug, to touch feels good, and bad.

Guilt from being alive.

So many beings lose breath.

Inhale, Exhale.

In.

Out.

Stop.

Winding my mind in a reel.

Life is a bowl.

Revolving doors give and take.

When is life not waiting to die?

Step forward.

Up.

Down.

Stop.

But life doesn't stop when someone or something you love dies. The cycle of life eclipses on. All I want to do is be with you.

An Apple a Day

A Lady of Alpine

Best wishes of you; 
presumed of me.

A lady of lust.

A lady in me?

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Is That Normal?

Is is normal to stare into a bowl of food and want to cry? Not a tear or two, but a bustering bellow. It feels normal to me, tonight, at the desk with no homework, and no assigned readings.

* I'm missing Her

* "The milks gone bad." Might actually happen to me.

* And that question: Why?

Santiago Caruso

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Bivouacked in the Woods

”I just keep going. I knew this was coming[...] This or something like it. I always believed in it.”
There really is no preparation for such a thing, an apocalyptic thing.
”People were always getting ready for tomorrow[...] Tomorrow wasnt getting ready for them. It didnt even know they were there.”
To be the last man on earth...
”I dont guess you would know. You'd just be it.”
It does nor make any difference, dying is dying.
”When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
I guess God would know it. Is that it?
There is no God.
No?
There is no God and we are his prophets.”
”Things will be better when everybody's gone[...] We'll all breathe easier. When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days are numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to.”

DaLi! His Jewelry Work

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Is There Room for Bison?

Watch Is There

Room for the American Bison in America Anymore? on PBS. See more from Independent Lens.

YES OF COURSE! The real question should be is there enough room in America for idiots that ask such idiotic questions?! Is there so much greed in corporate America that we cannot make room for a native populous to return to where it rightfully belongs? Are we so worried about ourselves and our babies we cannot see that we are being maintained by natural process balanced in and of nature?

And once we totally fuck that up, we are fucked?

Do I sound like a radical? I sure hope not, one thing I hate about issues such as this is both sides are acting out

of sheer retarded motives. One side is willing to be shot at to save buffalo because hunting is bad... And the other

a bunch of money hungry republicans that think the world can be owned. Neither are right. It's not evil to hunt buffalo, it's only wrong if we don't have enough, and some areas have too many, to control populations a limited hunt would be the only way to safely control healthy populations of native bison. We have to work together, and being a complete twit won't help anyone or anything... Is no one in the middle? Do I have to be a raw vegan that thinks posting pictures of babies cuddling with tigers is how the world should be, or a pig headed right wing woman hater that thinks women in the work place causes unnecessary contention. Why do I have to choice between two extremes? Can no one be level headed about anything!?

PLEASE use your brain, and when you read a book, hear a news story, or watch a film consider all possibles don't believe just anyone, or everyone. Think, research, think again, and maybe you can come up with a conclusion that will help benefit us all. Don't take my word for it, please don't, go and find material read both sides then decide for yourself. Think God Damn it, THINK!

V-Dawn-to-Dark

'Oh-k' I say to the stripes, and the blacks of the whites, and the whites in the black of an eye, two eyes.

Peace she screams! Surrender, 'I SURRENDER!'

Then odes of this and that sprinkle the air around my ear and whisper good nights, long nights be warned.

Is this the way you show your love?

On a day named after Catholicism, a Saint?

Vagina day to you too.

Devalued with giant hearts filled with coco + sugar.

Flowers too.

Did you spend the predicted averages of $116 on this day to 'show' your love, or just to get a suck and a fuck?

The tricky part of Holidays is the cultural intolerance to any other way of life.

Whitney Houston died?

Fuck didn't she die like 7, 16, 22 years ago when she fried her brain on crack cocaine?

The living dead have arrived.... The Zombie Apocalypse's is here!

If you don't understand the statement above, look in the mirror.

Please, please hop aboard where the day you walk into a class morbidly obese you only get looks of disgust.

But the day you walk in with a smile and gym shoes possible a 'normal' weight, you are confronted.

Please tell me your kidding, please fuck me sideways.

This life is a circus and we are all freaks.

Caring is sharing, and I was never there for her.

I hate that today is the day one year ago I refused/avoided attending a dinner, knowingly; to avoid food.

The Last Super.

My last chance to see you alive.

Regret is a Bitch.

Call me a Bitch!

SAY IT!

'you bitch.'

Lake Bonneville

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Marzia Chierichetti

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Chloe Moretz's BoB!

Wow! I love this hair :)

All images found on Google :)

The Bones Go Last

The Bones Go Last Part 1 from The Bones Go Last on Vimeo.

The Bones Go Last Part 2 from The Bones Go Last on Vimeo.

Austin Osman Spare

"Others praise ceremonial Magic, and are supposed to suffer much Ecstasy! Our asylums are crowded, the stage is over-run! Is it by symbolizing we become the symbolised? Were I to crown myself King, should I be King? Rather should I be an object of disgust or pity. These Magicians, whose insincerity is their safety, are but the unemployed dandies of the Brothels."

Austin Osman Spare

Spanish Moss

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Life is so uncomforting, yet livable and viable. Contradictions

Fetal