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Sep 26, 2014

The Weekend ~ Shana Tova:Dreaming of Serendipity and Sand Castles

The Weekend ~ Shana Tova:Dreaming of Serendipity and Sand Castles

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Bubble Gum PinkPRPSA (Punk Rock Porn Star Activist AKA my Gay BFF) borrowed my car to run errands for the day. He bought me the most beautiful pink Gerber daisy. Something about a surprise from a friend for no reason other than to make you smile. It’s heartwarming. Afterwards I was dropping him back home when a conversation about a friend arose.

“She is so buff. She must work out.”

“Sure, she has a farm and…

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Sep 24, 2014

Rosé Colored Glasses ~Friday Fictioneers ~ 9/26/14

Rosé Colored Glasses ~Friday Fictioneers ~ 9/26/14

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Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Rosé Colored Glasses

Same corner stool, It’d become a habit, an end of the day ritual like her morning cup of java and cig. “God, I miss smoking in a bar.”

Unable to resist the way the light illuminated the bottles she snapped a shot, “Occupational hazard.”

“What’ll it be tonight, love? Red, White, Rosé?”

“Yes please.” She smirked.

“Double Balvenie on the rocks…

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Sep 23, 2014

Creative Crush ~ Agnes Cecile

Creative Crush ~ Agnes Cecile

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I came across one of Agnes Cecile’s’ image while reading one of Wuji Seshat Nibada’s poems I Lose Myself Inside This Soft World. In honesty it was the image that initial drew me in. Don’t take this to mean he doesn’t write spectacular poetry because you’d be wrong and missing out on great reading.

Agnes’ work is stunning, haunting. I couldn’t look away. I wanted more. You know what that means. I…

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Sep 22, 2014

Astrophysics and The Universe inside us

I came across this picture and the video below here. The left is a human brain cell.

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The Weekend ~ When Life Becomes Better Than Fiction

The Weekend ~ When Life Becomes Better Than Fiction

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Once again I am faltering on writing for Friday Fictioneers. This week’s picture should have conjured up images of a past life as a Sea Salt farmer on the Cote D’Azur. Instead all I could see was the inside of my colon and my looming procedure. Perhaps this comes in the delirium of prep and the lack of food for 24 hours prior to a colonoscopy. Either way words simply wouldn’t flow.

The following…

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Monday Meditation ~ Falling Asleep
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Sep 12, 2014

The Weekend ~ Perks of a Gay BFF, Twisted Colons and Winning

The Weekend ~ Perks of a Gay BFF, Twisted Colons and Winning

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I’ve been surfing for a while now. The shore no longer in sight. I brave wave after wave. Ok, a little dramatic. But I am waiting for the universe to let me come up for air. Better yet, float along peacefully for a bit. Dare I proclaim, “I’ve earned it”.

Had my 6 month follow-up scan. The good news is the lump in my lung is unchanged. As long as it remains small there is nothing to do. Until it…

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Sep 9, 2014

Creative Crush ~ Tracy Hetzel

Creative Crush ~ Tracy Hetzel

So you know by now I have lots of creative crushes. They only increase in numbers every day. Today I share with you one of my all time favorite fashion illustrators. Her watercolors have so much personality they are infectious.

I already Own the first one below (Children Guised as Cowboys). Then this morning while getting ready to post I discovered a new one, Down the Rabbit Hole, pink garters a…

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Monday Meditation ~ See Something

The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something and tell what it saw in a plain way.
Sep 8, 2014

Monday Meditation ~ See Something

The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something and tell what it saw in a plain way.

Sep 5, 2014

The Weekend ~ Apartment living: The community of snores and asbestos

The Weekend ~ Apartment living: The community of snores and asbestos

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15 years since I lived in an apartment. And here I am. There is an odd community that develops when you arise to your neighbor’s alarm; the laundry door jams across the hall, in the awareness of comings and goings.

I have not had a man in my life for years. There is a young couple who live above me. He snores. I keep wondering if she has mastered control, as I once had with Hubbie2, simply…

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