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Who knew?  I often wonder what to do with my time…at Walmart!

Police were called to a Texas Walmart after a woman was reportedly drinking wine from a Pringles can and riding an electric cart in the parking lot.

al norte de Belice

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Texan charm, claimed by Madrileño magic.
Everlasting radiance to which my far away 
landscapes find reprieve.
A commoner's picturesque relief.
Be there no judge to this span of 
sun on snow.
No hindrance in the acreage between 
what we both know.
In separate worlds...still nowhere to go.
To live the curse was to find courage in the journey.
To live the curse was to find courage in the journey.
Hard to evade a shady nighttime of Belize.
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Nor the familiar nor'easter 
and it's biting      breeze.
Memories for me will forever 
be a desert         sunflower...
Distant words and climbing miles.
My friend, never a day goes by, 
when I do not    reach for your smile.

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Whatever happened to Lenny?

RandomwordbyRuth's photo.

Recently, I have fallen victim…to my own vanity. This seems to happen frequently. Most likely do to the fact, I am willing to trust people for who they are, who they say to be, etc.,etc. As shown in the following story, which will actually be several posts long.

So often, homosexuals are seen as, malcontent perverts…praying on the weak among the heterosexual sect. I am so sick and tired of this myth. As I have seen, the opposite to be true. The following is a true story and should be used as a prime of example of…passive-aggressive homophobia!

And, so it goes…

Did I tell you I get hit on by straight woman a lot? I think, with you, I had had enough…Enough of the homophobic/bi curious behavior of women. I know you think I am in the wrong…exposing this bad behavior of bored housewives. Hey, did your step father have is own escort business? Or, did he just run it for somebody else?
Belize seems to be the happening place…If you want to misbehave. Who knew?
Should the story start with Wanda? Perhaps, but only time will tell.

Aunt Wanda,
You were my hero.
The pain you endured is unimaginable, and most of all undeserved.
I know the pain in my heart cannot compare.
Still yet… I am truly devastated.

I thought I heard your voice yesterday.
I hope that memory never goes away.

Thank You for Loving Me & My Children, like we were your very own.
Peace & Love


Billie Don’t Be A Hero

1977 Shopping bag against Anita Bryant
1977 Shopping bag against Anita Bryant (Photo credit: blacque_jacques)
ANITA BRYANT SUCKS ORANGES (Photo credit: spike55151)

Tragedy strikes small towns everyday.  Bodies dredged up from the river.  Someone’s mother having had one too many wild nights.  Children needing a transplant and the only comparable donor is an Uncle who does not believe parts r just parts. Yet, there is a humourous light on the horizon.  Everyone shout, ‘back in the U.S.S.R… don’t know how lucky you are!’ Today in, Anywho, Wherethefuckarewe, God Bless this Mess, America, I am allowed to hold hands with my spouse of many years in public and only received a handful of scuffs and glares.  Today, I suppose the gay community should deem itself lucky.

Yo, Mother Russia what have you got to say for yourself:

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…law passed with near unanimous support by Russian lawmakers and signed by President Vladimir Putin in June. It bans the “propaganda of nontraditional sexual relations” and imposes fines for providing information about the gay community to minors.

Guess Mother hasn’t had her morning cup of octane grade Vodka yet!  Let’s have a check in with our correspondent down south of the Mississippi line:

‘Anita?  Anita?  Anita Bryant are you there?  Come in!’ Yes, well it seems Anita has found another Russian defector seemingly going unnoticed as, Phil Robertson from the financially prudent and trailer park ladden series, DUCK DYNASTY!

“…a man’s ass can’t compare to a woman’s vagina!…”

Duck Dynasty joins Chick-fil-A

Thank you Phil for setting us straight on what is deemed ‘beautiful and loving’ in a redneck’s eyes.

Phil did receive a huge like from a huge fan: Sarah Palin

“I can see Russia from my kitchen window and I know they hate those ‘Gays'”

In the midst of these domino effects readying the world for more humanly decay, is a lone bright star.

Billie Jean King!  As a child of the eighties, Billie had been the era’s Ellen.  Fortunately, Billie has not sold out and devoted her life to giving prizes to a public that not too long ago would have strung her up by her tennis shoe laces.

Don’t Boycott the 2014 Olympics set to take place in Sochi!  Send every light in the loafers, rainbow studded, rugged and fleet of foot gay and lesbian you can find.

Who’s leading this pack of gender benders?  Ms. Billie, of course.  This woman scared the shit out of many snot faced kids.  Not by her simple ‘I am who I am’ attitude but by her prowlness on the court.

From the "Battle of the Sexes" tenni...
From the “Battle of the Sexes” tennis match featuring Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs at the Astrodome in Houston, Texas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She still looks like she could kick some ass.  Simply put Russia you have been checkmated with a big old lesbian…there should be an Olympic medal for that.

Though we are proud of Ms. King’s representation of the LBGT community.  It is important to note that many Russians when drinking Vodka and eating Potato Stew and thinking about those ‘gays’…can become violent with and ugly.  God only knows they are ugly enough without bouts of misdirected anger.

Therefore, we should send Billie off with an oldie but American goodie:

Billie, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life
Billie, don’t be a  hero, come back and make me your wife
And as Billie started to go she said  keep your pretty head low
Billie, don’t be a hero, come back to me

Read more:  Paper Lace – Billy Don’t Be A Hero Lyrics | MetroLyrics

A Robin Hood Smile

fear_ancient (Photo credit: postbear)

There are a lot of different ways to cope with anxiety.
One way is to exaggerate your biggest fear. This might not seem like good therapy,
but it really is. Start by making a descriptive account of your fear, using a
lot of emotion. Do this three, or four times, and by
the last time, you will notice that your fear has been minimized.


Why do we push the envelope? Jump the bridge to river abyss full knowing it is too deep for the dog paddle…and that happens to be the only stroke you know!
Ask for something that isn’t ours? Believe in our wants…not our needs!
I suppose it comes down to feeling that feeling of falling.
Personally, I know there are persons out there who despise me. Dislike what I stand for. Believe what I write to be a wordy carnage to the soul.
You know…it really doesn’t matter…for those are the one’s in which we aim our evil arrows.
There are Robin Hoods and there are Whitey Bulger’s with fake tiara’s and knock off smiles from a cosmetic dentist.

‘Tis better to have lived a life of enriched acknowledgement of the sins of all…than to work day and night and night and day pretending we have an all access channel to ‘glass houses!’

Accomplish your fears everyday…

Fear Yourself
Fear Yourself (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I miss that feeling of falling
Falling on over the ledge
You know I miss that feeling of falling
Falling on over the ledge
And when my mind it gets to worryin’
And I just can’t get no rest
Oh Baby, that’s when I call you up instead

It’s after midnight baby, I’m sittin’ here all alone
I tried to call your number baby,
But you weren’t at home
I been a good girl baby, through with all that mess
But the way I’m feelin’ now, darlin’
Well it scares me half to death

Well I miss that feelin’, of fallin’
On over the ledge

That summer night in Texas, baby
Too hot and wet to sleep
I heard you pull up in the distance
You’re comin’ to get me relief
We went screamin’ down the highway, baby
So much faster than we should
You pulled me over in the moonlight
Man, I still can feel that hood

Well I miss that feeling of fallin’,
On over the ledge
When that rain starts baby, I want to take a real
Good look at that ledge

It ain’t something you get over
You might think you made it through
You can turn your head and walk away
But it never takes it’s eyes off you

It’ll push your foot right through the floorboard

Ghost fear
Ghost fear (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Make you cut them streamers down his back
You waste what’s precious and you can’t afford
It runs your life right off the track

Keeps you boilin’ in that poison
Only the truly twisted know so well
You don’t need drugs to show you heaven, baby
’cause there’s plenty clean in hell

That miss that feelin’ of fallin’
Of fallin’ on over the ledge

When the blues start callin’ I want to crawl way up close to the ledge