Play in one rose.
Roses feel trust.
Another feeling that
makes hostesses (like myself)
pace.
You wonder why and how one
drives life to one corner.
It's because yes love is trying to
be why.
I am going to read a brief tree.
"Gay people treat lovers with strength."
I don't like one sufferer who is in dreams.
I think that I love that woman.
"Exist."
Inessential to be.
Correction: You are changing from yes to possibly.
I strike why with drugs.
The rose is blond
Now that you've read these lines you can tell me whether there's a bargain of strength and pain.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Me, A Gender, A Gander
Tension
Goliath Galilei
Put your life in a sucker.
It's the friend you always thought would be strong who gives freedom for no one.
Anxiety
Create Treatments that anger your parents with their coldness.
Cool
Peace for hustles that want only life
Bean
Defects of personality (Goddess) need change. I called her a pest.
She and I are no one. I want the place of yes, you can listen and give.
That's the place of positivity.
Mania
Density draws life and answers dreams with pain
Positivity is pain. Money calls you fearful when it angers its bar.
I wanted love and I asked for one lover.
She was happy. I was pained.
Manipulation
Feel good. Be strong. It's sexy to love Father Boss.
No one likes a drug addict. No one is my sibling.
Caught the fear.
Is you or is you not?
I is.
Peeling hookers for no one is freaky and cold.
I tried to know that you are safe. I tried to know that I am good. I think this anger is pain.
Joy is that my mother gave feelings of happiness. I know my feelings. I know my lover. I like a woman who is loving.
Teach what you can.
I love good pictures. One is life. Another is trust.
Thank you for making life something life is: brave.
Goliath Galilei
Put your life in a sucker.
It's the friend you always thought would be strong who gives freedom for no one.
Anxiety
Create Treatments that anger your parents with their coldness.
Cool
Peace for hustles that want only life
Bean
Defects of personality (Goddess) need change. I called her a pest.
She and I are no one. I want the place of yes, you can listen and give.
That's the place of positivity.
Mania
Density draws life and answers dreams with pain
Positivity is pain. Money calls you fearful when it angers its bar.
I wanted love and I asked for one lover.
She was happy. I was pained.
Manipulation
Feel good. Be strong. It's sexy to love Father Boss.
No one likes a drug addict. No one is my sibling.
Caught the fear.
Is you or is you not?
I is.
Peeling hookers for no one is freaky and cold.
I tried to know that you are safe. I tried to know that I am good. I think this anger is pain.
Joy is that my mother gave feelings of happiness. I know my feelings. I know my lover. I like a woman who is loving.
Teach what you can.
I love good pictures. One is life. Another is trust.
Thank you for making life something life is: brave.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Legality, ethics and murder [test draft]
Laws pertaining to murder distinguish various kinds of killings. There is ...
[I don't have a legal background, or much of an ethical one)
however much legal justification for certain kinds of killings and not others.
I do not believe I would kill anyone. I do find it necessary to at least relay my feelings, opinions and observations, which is what a blog is for.
It is clear that seismic shifts in the definition of what is murder and how it is treated can and do occur. I believe that as a pagan, I would like to be extremely careful about what I claim is justifiable or not given firstly the desire to be rid of war, of the rampant killings of women and other vulnerable populations but on the other hand the long history of religious "sacrifice."
In the neo-pagan tradition it is said that the Goddess requires "aught" of sacrifice. I believe that given what is historically known about human religions that the possible violation of that tenet could someday happen and that it would involve a great shift of power toward people whose violent impulses at this time are not acceptable and to an official priesthood.
It may sound like this is an issue which involves retreading tiresome journeys already completed or at best far removed from today's reality. In fact there is a likelihood of an increase in religiously based assassination far beyond the reprisal killings one may associate with only some extremist groups. For instance, the killing of Osama bin Laden probably would not have happened without a prior increase in religious conflict and ranks as a dangerous precedent in my view for American politics. Why should anyone else now not practice something similar against us?
Also the level of violence against the transgendered, women, the continued race-based violence of certain official bodies and other categories of murder do not seem to be simply decreasing...
[I don't have a legal background, or much of an ethical one)
however much legal justification for certain kinds of killings and not others.
I do not believe I would kill anyone. I do find it necessary to at least relay my feelings, opinions and observations, which is what a blog is for.
It is clear that seismic shifts in the definition of what is murder and how it is treated can and do occur. I believe that as a pagan, I would like to be extremely careful about what I claim is justifiable or not given firstly the desire to be rid of war, of the rampant killings of women and other vulnerable populations but on the other hand the long history of religious "sacrifice."
In the neo-pagan tradition it is said that the Goddess requires "aught" of sacrifice. I believe that given what is historically known about human religions that the possible violation of that tenet could someday happen and that it would involve a great shift of power toward people whose violent impulses at this time are not acceptable and to an official priesthood.
It may sound like this is an issue which involves retreading tiresome journeys already completed or at best far removed from today's reality. In fact there is a likelihood of an increase in religiously based assassination far beyond the reprisal killings one may associate with only some extremist groups. For instance, the killing of Osama bin Laden probably would not have happened without a prior increase in religious conflict and ranks as a dangerous precedent in my view for American politics. Why should anyone else now not practice something similar against us?
Also the level of violence against the transgendered, women, the continued race-based violence of certain official bodies and other categories of murder do not seem to be simply decreasing...
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Aunt Julia
I have had a craving in my mind to give something that anybody with senses of patience would realize as a clobbering [to myself or someone else?].
Now let us examine the above sentence. I started with the thought only of a craving in my mind and proceeded by nothing but vague inclinations from a place I do not yet know to finish a description of what that craving is, was or could be. Now I realize that having said this that the sentence remains highly irritating to anyone expecting sense from a writing. For one, what difference or what sense does it make that there may be someone -- a reader -- with better understanding than I have who would read the sentence, particularly the word something (and how would any reader who has no knowledge of me deploy (what a very French usage) such a judgment of "something" in the manner of a realization that something being a clobbering)? And what is a clobbering? This is a word used mainly in what it has come to mean to me by a certain CEG. This clobbering, which I claim requires patience to realize is the something I mentioned, is rooted in physical "beating up" but has come to acquire for me a further emotional and mental meaning of a confrontation, of forced correction which it would benefit me to apply to myself voluntarily or accept from someone else, originally CEG, so as to direct me on the right track.
Aunt Julia is someone who represents or represented, at least to me, a whole set of social and personal expectations of which the first sentence that I wrote is a representation, however "oblique," that may provide a clue as to who and what I, who possibly was Aunt Julia, actually am.
Training myself to be a woman resulted only in my being a matter for other people's amusement, though at least somewhat affectionate amusement. I am Aunt Julia in that I was the mate of one SR, whose position as mother of the entire community left a gap (me) that had to have a name. I was sort of mate of the community by being mate of SR, but at the same time I was still goofy crazy me, so there had to be a label that with proper irony placed me at her side yet left me a kind of individuality.
I hope somehow to allow whoever may read this to know that I am perfectly aware of all the inaccuracy and uselessness of what I have said. I am grateful for a Mother's Day that appears to have some element of placidity and relaxation. I am happy that I am alive. I don't need to struggle at this very moment with all the great (to me) decisions I have to make.
I do not mean to have lost the thread of the craving in my mind. What it truly is, is the need to be. Hopefully that is not the exact same thing as a clobbering.
N.B. Only one person, CL, a friend of SR, has ever actually called me "Auntie Julia."
Now let us examine the above sentence. I started with the thought only of a craving in my mind and proceeded by nothing but vague inclinations from a place I do not yet know to finish a description of what that craving is, was or could be. Now I realize that having said this that the sentence remains highly irritating to anyone expecting sense from a writing. For one, what difference or what sense does it make that there may be someone -- a reader -- with better understanding than I have who would read the sentence, particularly the word something (and how would any reader who has no knowledge of me deploy (what a very French usage) such a judgment of "something" in the manner of a realization that something being a clobbering)? And what is a clobbering? This is a word used mainly in what it has come to mean to me by a certain CEG. This clobbering, which I claim requires patience to realize is the something I mentioned, is rooted in physical "beating up" but has come to acquire for me a further emotional and mental meaning of a confrontation, of forced correction which it would benefit me to apply to myself voluntarily or accept from someone else, originally CEG, so as to direct me on the right track.
Aunt Julia is someone who represents or represented, at least to me, a whole set of social and personal expectations of which the first sentence that I wrote is a representation, however "oblique," that may provide a clue as to who and what I, who possibly was Aunt Julia, actually am.
Training myself to be a woman resulted only in my being a matter for other people's amusement, though at least somewhat affectionate amusement. I am Aunt Julia in that I was the mate of one SR, whose position as mother of the entire community left a gap (me) that had to have a name. I was sort of mate of the community by being mate of SR, but at the same time I was still goofy crazy me, so there had to be a label that with proper irony placed me at her side yet left me a kind of individuality.
I hope somehow to allow whoever may read this to know that I am perfectly aware of all the inaccuracy and uselessness of what I have said. I am grateful for a Mother's Day that appears to have some element of placidity and relaxation. I am happy that I am alive. I don't need to struggle at this very moment with all the great (to me) decisions I have to make.
I do not mean to have lost the thread of the craving in my mind. What it truly is, is the need to be. Hopefully that is not the exact same thing as a clobbering.
N.B. Only one person, CL, a friend of SR, has ever actually called me "Auntie Julia."
Saturday, May 7, 2011
No Freedom to be Good
I am not free to be good -- I am free only to like what is in place to keep me from being free -- conditions I accepted in order to stay alive. But maybe life without freedom is not life.
I am so sorry that there's so little good that I have done. I can only say that I feel "dark," stupid, cold, foolish and beastly.
I want you to know that sex with my friends was cold and painful. I wanted to make love as a woman. I made love as a martyr.
I had better stop being a part of the shit that is creating so much hatred. I can only do that by peacefully giving what I know to be so: babies are ways to live. You can't use them, you can't make them into what you are, but you can give them love.
I was a cold angry foolish stupid nothing. Now I love being free.
Hold me, someone.
I am so sorry that there's so little good that I have done. I can only say that I feel "dark," stupid, cold, foolish and beastly.
I want you to know that sex with my friends was cold and painful. I wanted to make love as a woman. I made love as a martyr.
I had better stop being a part of the shit that is creating so much hatred. I can only do that by peacefully giving what I know to be so: babies are ways to live. You can't use them, you can't make them into what you are, but you can give them love.
I was a cold angry foolish stupid nothing. Now I love being free.
Hold me, someone.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Metric appearances
Rain bahrain
A crude Freedom growls good
Sailors climb freely sharing money
I wanted to cry but I soddened my body with keen steam
Bade farewell to slum;
Called (save it) home and
A manner of life called life is meaning.
Bodies immured with need
As death buried a soft notch.
Women alter the test:
I can stop me.
Today is a day in which love moves time. It is a day for knowledge. I rant to give some life to me.
A bent fear
A needed fear
A Runt combing love with sex
I tell you that love is seen with one cough
Interesting compressions lead to over wrought exhaustion of you as reader.
Wise to know that I another teacher.
Wise to know that I can be good.
Exact wordings conveying one feeling in its connection with self and in its original and final appearance.
Teach me what I do that I know.
Write what appears to sustain: It is a flapping tent in the desert wind.
I have taken cover in such tents.
I drank smoked and had sex in one.
You created a good lover. Now I peered towards sarcasm and lied about one interesting deed. It was that I am no patient person. I am drying one feeling for your inspection. It's called , soft.
Now when you admire a large poem, you may recall that you were penned.
One more time:
Pigs bent over a friend and said, "Darkness and you like patience." You and us teach hope. We fail to love you because you dirtied yourself.
Incensed at one life: Cod.
Mania for yes: I am dreaming that I like shit. I think I have a lot of guilt about the pleasure I took from shitting. That is how primitive my self-construct is.
Screaming at Dad might make changes.
He's dropped dead.
Souk is needed. One Moccasin in Morey's Materialism is one drop of money.
Embrace me, won't you?
Ha!
A crude Freedom growls good
Sailors climb freely sharing money
I wanted to cry but I soddened my body with keen steam
Bade farewell to slum;
Called (save it) home and
A manner of life called life is meaning.
Bodies immured with need
As death buried a soft notch.
Women alter the test:
I can stop me.
Today is a day in which love moves time. It is a day for knowledge. I rant to give some life to me.
A bent fear
A needed fear
A Runt combing love with sex
I tell you that love is seen with one cough
Interesting compressions lead to over wrought exhaustion of you as reader.
Wise to know that I another teacher.
Wise to know that I can be good.
Exact wordings conveying one feeling in its connection with self and in its original and final appearance.
Teach me what I do that I know.
Write what appears to sustain: It is a flapping tent in the desert wind.
I have taken cover in such tents.
I drank smoked and had sex in one.
You created a good lover. Now I peered towards sarcasm and lied about one interesting deed. It was that I am no patient person. I am drying one feeling for your inspection. It's called , soft.
Now when you admire a large poem, you may recall that you were penned.
One more time:
Pigs bent over a friend and said, "Darkness and you like patience." You and us teach hope. We fail to love you because you dirtied yourself.
Incensed at one life: Cod.
Mania for yes: I am dreaming that I like shit. I think I have a lot of guilt about the pleasure I took from shitting. That is how primitive my self-construct is.
Screaming at Dad might make changes.
He's dropped dead.
Souk is needed. One Moccasin in Morey's Materialism is one drop of money.
Embrace me, won't you?
Ha!
Monday, May 2, 2011
JOBS!
Jobs, jobs, everyone needs jobs!
Sickening, sexy afraid targets feel love for life.
Another freedom creates darkness (anger, light, fear, good)
Another way of knowing fear love target life
Being woman is targeting foolishness.
I expect that you like this. You are fearless. You are hopeful. I like it too.
It makes me love hope. Hope is good. Good likes love. I like love.
Fear is terrible.
Another sharing of knowledge: Good changes love to be drugs.
Drugs are death. I think that knowledge of Good leaves you with money.
I think Good is just fear.
I think Starkasm is money.
I hope you will fear life. It is painful.
Ask why.
It 's painful as you are cold.
My money is very poor..
It is good to be dirty.
I am dirty because I am not a virgin.
I can only be myself if you act like a dream.
You are changing and I gave you goof.
Love me and I'll like your friends.
Abominations of the kindly present : Bashing parents for liking you. Taking change as woman. Knowing yourself as effort.
I made the hopes you made love.
I made good, you made yes.
I made life, you made you.
I am really strong but I'm not far.
Piece together the lives that I've loved and I will make you strong.
There is no reason to live but loving (anger: what is this moment, again?) sum, the totality, the whole shebang. I am bored. I think you are stuffed with suffering. I hoope you will teach love because I need trucks and fuss.
Never take what you are loving. Only like what you are strong at.
I strongly want your friendship. You only want my flow.
Sickening, sexy afraid targets feel love for life.
Another freedom creates darkness (anger, light, fear, good)
Another way of knowing fear love target life
Being woman is targeting foolishness.
I expect that you like this. You are fearless. You are hopeful. I like it too.
It makes me love hope. Hope is good. Good likes love. I like love.
Fear is terrible.
Another sharing of knowledge: Good changes love to be drugs.
Drugs are death. I think that knowledge of Good leaves you with money.
I think Good is just fear.
I think Starkasm is money.
I hope you will fear life. It is painful.
Ask why.
It 's painful as you are cold.
My money is very poor..
It is good to be dirty.
I am dirty because I am not a virgin.
I can only be myself if you act like a dream.
You are changing and I gave you goof.
Love me and I'll like your friends.
Abominations of the kindly present : Bashing parents for liking you. Taking change as woman. Knowing yourself as effort.
I made the hopes you made love.
I made good, you made yes.
I made life, you made you.
I am really strong but I'm not far.
Piece together the lives that I've loved and I will make you strong.
There is no reason to live but loving (anger: what is this moment, again?) sum, the totality, the whole shebang. I am bored. I think you are stuffed with suffering. I hoope you will teach love because I need trucks and fuss.
Never take what you are loving. Only like what you are strong at.
I strongly want your friendship. You only want my flow.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Belonging
The act of being alive is not a procedure made of parts that anyone can separate or analyze. It is not even an act but a manifestation of birth and Nature that one cannot "get behind" because it is what constitutes each of us, animate or inanimate, mineral or vegetable, human or animal.
I am happy to say that as a human, I love the inclusion that the relationships I have offer. I am glad that I do not have to stand apart, that I can always rely on warmth being there. It is incumbent on me to share this with others.
This love, which is the element in which I live, if I am willing to accept it, brings security and certainty where otherwise there would be fear and stress.
This love is the source of the intellectual and religious institutions that offer a way back to one's own humanity.
Dreams of freedom are safety.
Thanks, Mom.
Love someone different today. Love yourself. Be kind.
I wish to live.
Happy Beltane
I am happy to say that as a human, I love the inclusion that the relationships I have offer. I am glad that I do not have to stand apart, that I can always rely on warmth being there. It is incumbent on me to share this with others.
This love, which is the element in which I live, if I am willing to accept it, brings security and certainty where otherwise there would be fear and stress.
This love is the source of the intellectual and religious institutions that offer a way back to one's own humanity.
Dreams of freedom are safety.
Thanks, Mom.
Love someone different today. Love yourself. Be kind.
I wish to live.
Happy Beltane
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