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| Speaking of LOVE.... Sorry if this is a repost. I was thinking about the quote commonly inaccurately attributed to Bukowski about "love" and letting it "kill you". Where did it come from? And why/how did that happen? If you're interested here's an in-depth exploration and explanation of the origins of the quote and when it 'became' a Bukowski line lol! 😘 Happy V-day! https://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/05/29/find-love/ |
| Everything works out the way it should whether I try to resist or force it. It's just easier to go with the flow. Minnesota Nice. Every time something bad happens I come through it with a deeper understanding of "life, the universe and everything." I've spent all this time finding and collecting pieces. I just have no Eyedea what kind of machine I'm building. Myself? Am I the machine? Typically, I would find a way to make processing grief into a more pleasant experience than it is. It's been so therapeutic to write through it. And a documentary about an artist from the same city as the person I loved added a symmetry to the situation. You might think I prefer storms. Or have to do things the hard way. That's not it at all. "A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." |
| The sun could not find a way to stay out. They say autumn is the springtime of death. The days fell in different shades of grey like tombstones in a cemetery. With no idea how long someone took for granted will be around. Emotions become cold like stone. They also break and erode over time. It hurts. It doesn't hurt. It makes a heart colder, it makes a heartbreak. Open. The love that keeps life alive also makes it painful. There really is "no colour paint gonna cover the stain". Cemented is thoughts and beliefs that mean nothing at the end. Hard, cold reality of life and nature. Pain that stands the monument of time. |
| Who else is tired of hearing: "When this covid thing is all over....." It's going to be over the same way slavery is. Welcome to the NWO eh? I'm glad I just volunteer in this dimension. Honestly, people who think life will return to normal must also believe a piece of cloth can stop microscopic biological organisms from entering their bodies too? Which I'm basing on using A MASK to do renovation construction and getting mold in my lungs on. Because "the metal strip is a lie". I'd say it's "insane" but I know insane, and this is just comical farce. The comedian laughs longest. |
| Melisscious, If wearing a mask makes me a Karen, then you can call me Karen. If wearing a KN95 mask makes me a Tami, then you can call me Tami. If getting vaccinated once the vaccine is available makes me a Lynette, you can call me Lynette. Basic nicknames aren't going to get me to stop protecting myself and my loved ones. |
| Although I do NOT enjoy dreaming about any "ex" and his new girlfriend. I can enjoy the fact that I did NOT fight anyone. Lack of violence is a big deal for me. I actually demonstrated a significant amount of control in a recent revenge situation. Does anyone else have a temper that goes 0 to prison real fast? And independently struggle with controlling it? |
| Only on very rare occasions. The ONLY thing that will set my temper off that fast is to witness an elderly person, mentally disabled person, child, or animal being abused or mistreated. Then, it's impossible for me to keep my mouth shut and mind my own business. It just isn't in me to overlook or ignore something like that and my temper takes over. Which, being Irish and German, and a Texas to boot, um, yeah...isn't a pretty thing. |
| Ignorance is to arrogance what confidence is to conceit. I've been around a handful of amazing people, a woman who never got angry, a lot of people, a lot of stupid people, a few bad eggs and one straight-up psychopath. And I honestly wish it had just been one or the other. Not all of it. There's a lot I probably shouldn't know. A lot I do. And a bunch that I don't know. I know none of it matters. Because it's just matter. |
| This is my entry for the 50 word or less contest a local brewery is putting on: My favourite Vancouver Island Staycation Destination is in my memories. Breathtaking places on this magical island melt my heart, mapped in my mind. Fun stops start when the puppy meets a salmon! Lunch with latitude to orcas. Meandering for mushrooms. And a benchmark of Bays is berry wine and bears. It was challenging to keep it to 50 words (and in fact, I made it EXACTLY 50 on purpose!) but it was GREAT practice!!! I usually don't care if I win, but it would be cool this time. Most of the prizes involve spending a couple of nights somewhere local and doing something local I've never tried! And food! Happy scribing! |
| I can't fathom how presumptuous or egotistical one has to be to go around validating other people with their approval?!?! Are some people so brainwashed they think EVERYONE needs permission to exist? I feel like this is cultural thing in the part of the world where I live? |
Y'all this thread has just put a smile on my face! ESPECIALLY the official definition from Jayne   I'm glad it's also Canadians agreeing or at least a-seeing it too! I've been to 33 US states since the early 80's and I was born in the second poorest country in South America. But grew up mostly in Ontario. I know live in British Columbia and experience the worst of the worst in terms of ignorance, arrogance, bigotry, racism (some display confederate flags ALL over this island; yards, trucks, clothes). It's eye opening for sure. And I'm specifically referring to a recent run in with a "Bro you don't even ride" type, bike shop employee in his late 30's (he thinks he's older than me, of course). Let's call him Cross because he obviously has a God complex and I like Kris Kross. So I'm walking down the street in that town and I hear someone SCREAM my name and turn around to see this bro-sef rolling up to me on a mountain bike. For 5 minutes he's talking to me and I have no idea who the f*ck he is till he mentions a mutual friend! He opens his phone and I notice that it's an album cover. Well he goes off! He can't believe I know WEEN (like anyone alive during the 90's) and proceeds to INFORM me that he's "one of the 1% top WEEN fans in the world" !?!?! He let me know I was cool for liking that band. Oh-kaaaay. Short story long, he mentions something else I know and making some really nice smokable concentrate and I say "oh when can I try it". Just sorta joking. His response: "I'm not single!!!" I looked at him confused and he BLUBBERED on about how since we had so much in common he had to let me know he's not single. At this point I looked over at him as he was still talking about how "we both like South Park" so obviously I must have fallen madly in love with him? LOL I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him dead in the eye. He stopped talking and finally realized I was HIS height. I said "Relax, you're not that charming. And you're NOT my type". Next time I saw him I was taking pictures of some plants I got from the plant stand a 10 year old is running on my street for the first time. He says "my flowers are better". Then I tell him where they're from (without looking at him while I talk) and say 'if I meet the little girl I want to show her how her flowers are doing'. He tells me "that's really nice of you". N*gga shut up! I know what the f*ck I do. It's called free will. Also, I was there. So that's my ugh. Thanks y'all! |
| Life is Simply Complicated The Highway of Tears is a 725-kilometre (450 mi) corridor of Highway 16 between Prince George and Prince Rupert, British Columbia, Canada, which has been the location of many murders and disappearances beginning in 1970. THE HIGHWAY OF TEARS ALSO INCLUDES 2,081 km (1,293 mi) OF HIGHWAY 97 and 543 km (337 mi) OF HIGHWAY 5. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN MURDERED OR DISAPPEARED IN MANY OF THESE LOCATIONS SINCE THE 60'S. 🖤 And probably before... http://highwayoftearsfilm.com/watch Q: Before you got involved, what did you know about Highway of Tears and missing and murdered indigenous women? "I had no knowledge of the Highway of Tears. I was shocked that I hadn't heard of the countless women and girls that have been reported missing over the years. From there, my conversation with community leaders and various families of the victims lead me to take a crew up north to seek out the root causes of these cases. Midway through the editing process, over 400 [missing and murdered indigenous] women were estimated to be missing and or murdered across Canada. By the time we premiered the film, the number was over 600 in March of 2014, then the numbers increased to 900 and now over 1,200 missing and murdered indigenous women across Canada. We cannot turn a blind eye to this." Q&A with Matthew Smiley, director of Highway of Tears documentary 💙 I was moved to Canada when I was 3 years old. Growing up in Canada and the United States in the 80's was a heyday for sure. Canadian education seemed kinder and richer. This country is cleaner. Friendlier. TBF: US pop. 330,000,000+ Canadian pop. 37,000,000+ I often compare the two as one being the 'cool' tough older brother that everyone loves in highschool. And the other the little sister that reaps the rewards of that. Using a highschool analogy is fitting because I meet a lot of people within this country that have no idea what kind of monster the border separates them from. And I love AMURICA eh!!! Can't blame people for not caring about something they don't know exists. I'm very grateful and fortunate that I live in this country. But nobody's perfect. There's a price. The red on any flag in any country might as well be blood. History is written in it. Happy C-day! |
My first insight to the plight of Canada's Indigenous was through Gord Downie's "Secret Path" album/book (he's a huge influence on me). He started the Gord Downie and Chanie Wenjack Fund . And at the Tragically Hip's last concert, the one that shut down Canada for three uncut hours, Gord pleaded with Trudeau (who was in the audience, for reconciliation and a renewed relief. Is it still happening? I don't know. Everything's taken a back burner to C-19 it seems, appropriately. But the Indigenous should not be forgotten, and I'm just a weirdo American.  Happy Canada Day!!  |
| A poem I wrote for a contest on this site has been published in 2 different places! It was inspired by a picture of a truck and the first time I've knowingly attempted freestyle poetry. https://skylightkicker.blogspot.com/ The northern Arizona Flagstaff library. And literary arts community Burgandy Balloon's issue 1. https://burgundyballoon.files.wordpress.com/2020/06/burgundy-balloon-issue-no.1-... It's also in consideration for a CBC poetry prize/book inclusion in the fall. A HUGE rave and BIG thanks to this awesome site for encouraging and inspiring writing! (Mine in particular lol!) The content, contests, members, reviewers and reviews are great! I'm grateful for finding this amazing literary resource! And really happy I became a member. Membership has its rewards Happy scribing everyone! |
| Not a day has been spent in jail nor a penny paid in compensation for the brutal murder of a 14-year-old boy in Mississippi that helped spark the civil rights movement. All lives have never mattered. From year 5 to 5055. And they never will because: RACISM IS SUCCESSFUL PROGRAMMING AND CONDITIONING. CONTROLLING people through FEAR (INSECURITY + Weakness) Probably for money? That's basically ALWAYS the answer. The easiest way to MANIPULATE someone is through LOYALTY; PATRIOTISM, ALLEGIANCE, FANATICISM. The whole grift is based on how little someone can 'think for yourself' ("question authority"). If ONE SPECIES thinks it's superior to the rest. If ONE COUNTRY is 'better' than others. If ONE TEAM dominates. If ONE RELIGION believes it's right and righteous. If ONE GENDER thinks they're superior. If ONE EMPLOYMENT SECTOR thinks their work is more valuable. Life is some HARD math. Divisions are inevitable. But it doesn't add up to sh*t. Emmet died a GRUESOME, prolonged PAINFUL death over something stupid that happened in less than 5 minutes on a hot Mississippi summer day. Nothing changes history. KNOWING changes people. At the end of the Highway of Tears documentary screening one of the filmmakers said: "Once you know something, you can't unknow it. You can only choose to ignore it" 🖤💙💔💗 |
| I just got a stuck up, personally offended poem rejection!!! lol. The dry stunned cnt loved my poem, but she shredded the pic and 'joke' bio I used (which was obviously a joke bio). She must hate laughing (unless she makes the joke). The bio pic was legit from a professional photoshoot and I'm wearing a native print dress from a local fashion house lol! I can understand if she prefers serious bios or headshots only, but lighten up! The stick in her *ss must be made of *osmium! I love it when anyone tries to tell a comedian to take themselves more seriously!! 😆 Like, okay Felicity let's all wear white shirts, khaki pants and rock frumpy hairstyles that match our absolutely horrendously loud laugh? You know what this c*nts problem is? She LOVES the poem I wrote and is sooooooo mad she can't use it. After she shame-attacked the bio and pic she threw me a bone, and said she MIGHT accept it. I just have to resubmit it after reinventing myself to meet her specific needs and demands. 🤣 Téigh transa ort féin! *Osmium is one of the heaviest materials on earth, weighing twice as much as lead per teaspoon. |
Paul  for the sake of keeping anonymity and my sanity I won't go dig it out of the trash lol! To summarize she was condescending and insulting. There's a nice way to ask someone to submit a more serious bio and head shot! I get that she runs a hoity-toity poetry publication that takes itself very seriously. I just found it rick-diculous that after she insulted me she grudgingly complimented the poem "it's really got a potential..." (couldn't even honestly say she liked it). And tried to get me to resubmit it?! What? No. If she wanted me to resubmit it to her she shouldn't have come out of the gate like that. But I looked at her website and even her FB page and she seems like it's nothing personal. She's the white shirt, khaki, 'where's the manager?' Karen crowd. She will exploit, I'm sorry publish your work regardless of colour tho! I noticed the poets (with proper head shots) were a lot more colourful than her wardrobe. Black is soooo in right now! |
| Sometimes I'm grateful I'm "attractive". (It's the light in this dimension!) Like, if some older woman is gardening in front of her massive yard in the sticks, boonies or country, she's gonna eye bang whoever rolls by. Especially some different vehicle she probably hasn't seen there before. So I smile my big toothy lipstuck grin. And she either smiles back or more often than not, ignores me. Playing dumb is easier for cute things. And makes sense. If you're a beautiful looking creature (stupid or not) people have probably given you stuff or been 'extra nice' for no good reason. I say "no good" because the reason is they want you around or want to be around you. So you don't have to really earn anything. Just show up. Get credit for something you didn't do. You don't need to develop skills to obtain things or perspective on the harsh realities of life because those probably don't affect you. You don't need to think! I also feel this kind of "brown people" guilt. Like, according to the colour of my skin and my background I should probably be working in a clothing factory or living somewhere with a dirt floor (half a dozen hungry, dirty children hanging off or running barefoot around me). I certainly shouldn't be out here with the "North Americans" (white people) and living it up like a white woman in a rich loving family with seven generations of purebred golden retrievers and boats. Lately, or at least since I moved to retirement island (whites only till 2003) I've been feeling it extra. I'll be sitting on the top of a big rock on the beach watching for whales and facing the white-capped coastal mountains thinking about some woman who has never or can't see this. Someone in a factory, a refugee camp, a reservation, a village made of rape or a place where the sky is always smoke. My counterparts living in horrible conditions all over the world. And the ones that are dead. Because nothing could live in those conditions. (Honour killings have as much honour as friendly fire is affectionate). I'm NOT saying anyone is guilty for being "white" or "first world" (first in having problems that need monetary solutions maybe....) Brown guilt. It sounds stupid to me, but it's a thing I feel. If it makes me cognizant of what I have every day (it does) and keeps me from taking it for granted (the fear is real) then it's not stupid. |
| You're not wrong jolanh ! Every group, race, country or society has a hierarchy within it. There is always a class system. Wherein some just have to "flex" over others. I get it. There's people I don't care for. I suppose if I was the colour of majority in this country I'd: a. not even notice that people are treated differently and b. support the system that keeps me on top Thanks for the kind words eh. It's life. The facts of life. |
| Inspired by the 2008 documentary "Carts of Darkness" O cart man! My cart man! A fearful trip has begun. The wheels are weathered, slightly cracked, plenty left to spun. The depot near, the bottles you hear, the people exchanging. Follow you, steady keel to the store, grin and engaging. But O thirst! Thirst! Thirst! O the golden drops so bubbly. Where on the mattress my cart man lies, Fallen drunk and snoring. O cart man! My cart man! Rise up and hear the engines; Rise up- traffic starts- for you the day keeps score, For you empty cans, plastic, glass; along the road and shore. For you, bombing hills, rolling by, their faces turning; Here cart man! Dear, brother! These socks beneath your head! It must have been some detour, some journey here, Where you steer your metal sled. My cart man does not yell, his lips turn up and curl. My brother doesn't pity himself; his life to him a pearl. His place is anchored steady and sound when the day is done. From exhilarating trips to friendship, he has won. Exult O days and raise that glass! And do not with sadness tread. Ride the dawn, my cart man forever, Tall, fast and free through the highway in my head. |
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