Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Little Ghostly Dirt Girl encourages you to continue to shout into the void. The message may not always make sense, but it is received in ways beyond your limited ability to prognosticate. All you need to do is remain faithful to what's percolating in your belly. So you're searching for Truth and Beauty? Truth is…
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Ah sweet, sweet irascible you! Discernment is in your DNA. And how those snobby pants fit you just right! But I got lessons to learn from you. Like love. THE YOUNG PERSON'S GAME. I'm not interested in being a young person, but understanding what the ticker wants = Life Goals. Purge and Release and Have…
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"You always ask me. But what about you? Why are you here?" "For the paycheck. But seriously … I'm here to be me and shine a light in dark places. Like this office. Plus I'm a runner and need to learn how to do that surrender thing. Yeah, life lessons. To learn them so I…
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FleshBots need patience and a sense of humor. That's why I laughed when Chad handed me a 3 Musketeers and said, "You're a rail. Eat this." Would it have made a difference if I'd said, "Where I come from, we're all rails?" Let's step out of the body. My lack of padding made you uncomfortable,…
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The last big water I bathed in was the Grand Prismatic. It was during that soak I awoke with the following knowledge: I can raise my vibration as high as my thighs. Flukes don't like hot sauce.Never trust a coyote propelled by pulleys and ropes.The key to beautiful skin is someone else's.Plaid is The Path…
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The Sales Associate asked what I was doing with the couple pair of jeans I had draped across my left arm. "I'm on my way to the dressing room to try them on?" "Go ahead," she said, "but show me when you're ready." "Ok?" "Trust me. I know how to size people. It's my job.…
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Second Acts. Encores. Whatcha gonna do when you no longer have to punch a clock? I don't golf. The thought of a cruise ship holiday makes my butthole pucker. I've been making art since I was a child, so that's not going to change, but neither will it pay for my upkeep in old age.…
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Hold on to that feeling of lightness and electricity because it can't be bottled or believed. [Fierce or fears?] Your illuminated halo disintegrates the world. (Be Mean To Keep 'Em Keen!) Walk into nothing and the sun will find you all the same. {I like cutting hearts out of garbage because it reminds me of…
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I don't like telling another person's story. Not if I wasn't an active participant in it or given written permission. Reckon it's due to my dislike of fictional memoirs and the scourge of humanity: fake news. I also realize this self-imposed creative restraint is the death knell for a writer. I go back-and-forth on the…
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Have I bought into any number of myths concerning beauty? Do I truly believe beauty comes in all shapes, shades, and sizes? Is everyone beautiful? Sure. I'm not going to lie. I have a huge crush on Charlotte and I wouldn't mind being tall and slim and very French. Hell, I don't wear…
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