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...