daily life

is pretty boring...

its hot and

I am...

some lyrics, pretty much explains everything

Nightmare Hippie Girl by Beck-

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex
She's changing' my style

She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time

For all that it's worth

art

my art is for sale. i uploaded files on my facebook page if you want to look just search under my name and the pictures are public- if you dont know my name you should ask me, i am also going to make an esty shop or something-

its good to be an american

perhaphs that is a weird statement for me to state
but it comes from a night of rapid nightmares-
even though many of our freedoms can arguably be debated-
but we live in a society with little worry that bombs are going to be dropped over our head-

meaning that my dream was about bombs being dropped over my city while i was at work-school and my child was without me at daycare, and it was not safe to drive in the city but I was determine to go get him, and flee- as guns and toxic debris were everywhere

just think of all the places in the world where this is a daily, monthly occurance-
so i woke up and went to curl up with my child

poems in the morning and by day

I am going to try to write these blogs for a while in a poetic form
they will come as free verse and what is ever on my mind that morning-afternoon or night-

heroin addictions and empty mother arms
aching for the suns of sons
who will never to return home from
dancing
to deaths march

early morning bird song

time spills like empty rain drops
beating on cracked window panes
broken down shopping carts
metal jagged, glass oblique
suburban finely measured grass

go pick up that stick, boy you will see

the cats drinking up all the porriage
none will be left for baby and me
tobacco lies and there's a haze around my eyes

pollutants they say
plastic bottles, bits of big mac wrappers
stowed into the fire
that will never stop burning as the world keeps turning
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even though its a failure of a decent poem, I dedicate it to a friend who's passed on and who's been in my mind lately...

and he brings me my coffee

summer where the world turns green, the trees sway with an unconscious breeze
and he brings me my coffee
today iced with a little cream
small hands chasing black ants
that i forgot to noticed
as time passes, short speed, long highway
sunday morning poems with no for thought and no plans
and he brought me my coffee
today hot with a bit of whipped cream, sauce and peppermint

Seriously

My professor changed a date on a test. And now I am in major freak out mode because of it. I have to cram x,y,z info into one test, along with a bunch of other things piled up on me-

secondly I really don't think the world can handle the population growth- after hearing arguments about water on npr from both sides of the fish bucket, it seems like the world just needs to drastically change in some very serious ways-

how do that?

Our economic system, has no growth factor in it. You can bail out all the major companies in the u.s. and it want in the end do a lick of difference-
no jobs no growth, no investment in people no growth- capitalism is flawed!
invest in the people and not the corporations, give people jobs, in industry with environmental regulations, make products, increase need

you need to go back, but is it possible? if we go back to nationalizing our products- would it even be possible?

Here it goes, we longer don't produce a lot of the things that we buy, and even though we are buying less, we still buy-

If you produced these items back in America- it would equal jobs- jobs equal spending- spending equals revenue- revenue equals savings-

You adjust the price to wage- people will save for goods, you could regulate workers rights- you know buy here, buy in america-

but were a global player, i would says 75-90 percent of our goods come from china-
we support there economy- thus when our economy fails so does there-
in the last ten years, our dollars into there economy has allowed for a very finely tuned military-

what does this all mean? in the end were all fucked?
it means more folks in the lines for food, more hording of resources, and so on and so forth, i don't have the answers i just have my theories