tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9391118248803425142023-11-16T10:38:22.602-08:00Misc. Rantings of What and What Not...this is me in as many words as possible. i found myself reading blogs, so i said ..."hey you damn genius, make one your damn self!".Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-439034424452902472010-08-30T01:29:00.001-07:002010-08-30T01:29:08.676-07:00All This Hair<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBjiTQQybZy5CIgLW5FK7dN4-51PudmzsrPeIPkyjyPtOPS_9XND4p-S12UOBwBC4y0cEbBxVGfla47HFA3-Vrew75TaEydhoN1MTOjqeSYYdcQWwQiyiu2RppEL1fiRsnyOsKOBR4woh//'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBjiTQQybZy5CIgLW5FK7dN4-51PudmzsrPeIPkyjyPtOPS_9XND4p-S12UOBwBC4y0cEbBxVGfla47HFA3-Vrew75TaEydhoN1MTOjqeSYYdcQWwQiyiu2RppEL1fiRsnyOsKOBR4woh/s400/1281493770230.jpg' /></a></p>coming soon will be my natural hair and skin care blog! prepare for product reviews, interviews and do's! <br/> <br/> see ya soon!!<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.5.2</div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-63687175330542617602010-01-04T19:25:00.000-08:002010-01-04T19:30:30.894-08:00.30 Days of Poems. [One]<div>.I.</div>I am currently dealing with abandonment;<div>feeling left behind by more than careless parents,</div><div>seconds on hour clocks and the sun.</div><div><br /></div><div>I dont like how it's making me feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>.II.</div><div>I called security,</div><div>she hung up, told me</div><div>to grow a back bone</div><div>and no one could love such a twisted</div><div>tree.</div><div><br /></div><div>.III.</div><div>I like to draw on my my hands,</div><div>keep thinking if I get enough sharpie</div><div>ink to stay on my hands</div><div>without oils of time wearing it off</div><div>I will find a way back.</div><div><br /></div><div>.IV.</div><div>people keep telling me they saw me the other day.</div><div>I haven't seen me in ages. How did they know</div><div>it was me?</div><div><br /></div><div>.V.</div><div>I wish i could</div><div>just as easy call myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>.VI.</div><div>I forgot my name.</div><div><br /></div><div>.VII.</div><div>I am currently over this</div><div>epiphany.</div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-79177765935232564642009-12-23T17:16:00.001-08:002009-12-23T17:18:48.553-08:00.Tabitha #4453.the infinite recklessness of your hair<br />makes crazy.<br /><br />you spinster,<br />hurricane force.<br /><br />curly, fire breathing fairy;<br />i dream of you often. dancing on to water lilies<br />in the middles of hailstorm.<br /><br />you never make much sense to me,<br />all I know is I am hear to love every shattered<br />glass moment you have.<br /><br />and im here, straight jacket<br />and all.... hugging my<br />reflection..Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-85892317841488213722009-12-02T11:40:00.000-08:002009-12-02T11:42:16.990-08:00.Morning Pages-#4.5.I wrote about bruised ego's and spirits this morning,<div>bled out inconsistencies my 9 year old bosom should have never</div><div>know. Spoke of loss no child should ever feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>and am whole </div><div>for this hour.</div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-9814417315378641332009-12-01T22:19:00.000-08:002009-12-01T22:24:25.449-08:00.Woman #887.woman,<div>you have suspended the heaven</div><div>from your breast.</div><div>breathed tides to still waters</div><div>and moved the earth with your</div><div>nervous feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>You,</div><div>fire breathing sunset woman</div><div>why dont you know the worth held in your palms.</div><div>why not see</div><div>molten life spilling from between your legs</div><div>as holy.</div><div><br /></div><div>rain dance on cosmos</div><div>and shower the tops of our head </div><div>with your beauty.</div><div><br /></div><div>if you would only see,</div><div>you aren't some broken</div><div>down object</div><div>subjected to subjects of</div><div>late night sentences from </div><div>drunken tongues of those who dont </div><div>know your seasons.</div><div><br /></div><div>that mirror hanging on the wall </div><div>aint no picture of heaven...</div><div>but of god</div><div>and of </div><div>you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-47381254645136927662009-12-01T11:06:00.001-08:002009-12-01T11:07:37.344-08:00.Horizon.i wanted to sing to you this morning,<div>caress your aura with the humming bird living</div><div>deep with in my chest.</div><div><br /></div><div>she woke up extra early just to </div><div>lift your heavy spirit</div><div>with her ambrosia wings.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-60943178192648584962009-11-30T08:56:00.000-08:002009-11-30T08:56:00.473-08:00.Haiku #78965.<p style="clear: both"></p><p style="clear: both">God told me he'd quit<br />if i couldn't let you go,<br />lost grace to keep you.</p><br class='final-break' style='clear: both' />.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-79592959942571804472009-11-28T09:17:00.001-08:002009-11-28T09:17:23.559-08:00.Vanity.<p>I lost myself,</p> <p>in my own reflection.</p> <p> </p> <p>Ever got so tied up in yourself you stopped really interacting with the world.  I have been there lately.  So twisted and tangled in my own vanity i stopped noticing the world around… Started tripping over things, started crashing into my own ego and in the midst of it all I lost myself.  </p> <p>So how do I begin to start over?… Reading.  I need to find the artist in me… not the stressor, not the insecure human…. but i need to get in touch with me beyond the epidermis… </p> <p> </p> <p>that starts today.</p> <p> </p> <p>Im fasting from speaking negatively about myself… and really myself at all.  The next 48 hours will be about listening.</p> <p> </p> <p>48 hours.  I will not speak about any insecurity I have.  Im going to stop putting negative things about myself  into the atmosphere.</p> <p> </p> <p>Fast with me!</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-41103526398660972962009-11-28T08:20:00.001-08:002009-11-28T08:20:28.621-08:00.Love like Coffee.<p>I poured you hot,</p> <p>waited for you to </p> <p>cool-</p> <p>-just enough to drink you…</p> <p>i never loved you sweet.</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-53759154282289940902009-11-28T00:56:00.001-08:002009-11-28T00:56:10.075-08:00.Random Thought-#2672.<p>you were heavy today, more than weak arms could carry,</p> <p>even your name proved too much for my tongue.</p> <p>My lips, missed your smile dancing across them </p> <p>and the moon… The moon called me and asked me</p> <p>when was the last time we danced on satin clouds </p> <p>in her gaze…</p> <p>----------</p> <p>what happens when you feel you can’t pick up the pieces and those you manage to catch are all placed in the wrong place.  Ever feel like you just can’t get anything right? </p> <p>-----------</p> <p>The summer left me dry</p> <p>hollow. weeping for spring.</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-53630392789642497522009-11-27T13:50:00.000-08:002009-11-27T13:58:24.392-08:00.Random Thought-1368.i used to write about the sky,<div>about longing and the human condition</div><div>and need i felt.</div><div><br /></div><div>today, i </div><div>sky dived </div><div>from the moon,</div><div>landed at your feet</div><div>and still couldn't </div><div>summon the song</div><div>of all my past times.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've written too many poems</div><div>about you, Love. And never</div><div>learned them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I figured,</div><div>the longer i had ou tangible in my hands</div><div>the better i would get at holding you.</div><div><br /></div><div>but the wind was always strong,</div><div>your rigid edges always cut,</div><div>and the red of my blood</div><div>was never vibrant enough to please you.</div><div><br /></div><div>im no love poet.</div><div>just a being stuck,</div><div>in this condition </div><div>trying keep </div><div>you on paper. </div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-61291821630307096732009-11-08T23:09:00.001-08:002009-11-08T23:09:13.245-08:00Chenrezig--Compassion<p>“Om Mani Padme Hung”</p> <p> </p> <p>Compassion… What have you done for  anything/anyone else lately?</p> <p> </p> <p>It’s so hard to not be twisted and tied up in life these days as a lot of us are trying to survive.  But in that exhausting feat of survival i dare each of you to live.</p> <p> </p> <p><i>Chenrezig <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadhana">Sadhana</a></i>, Tsangsar Tulku Rinpoche expands upon the mantra's meaning, taking its six syllables to represent the purification of the six realms of existence:<sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/#cite_note-3">[4]</a></sup></p> <p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syllable">Syllable</a> <br />Six <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C4%81ramit%C4%81">Pāramitās</a> <br />Purifies <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samsara_(Buddhism)">Samsaric realm</a> <br />Colours <br />Symbol of the Deity <br />(Wish them) To be born in</p> <p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aum">Om</a> <br />Generosity <br />Pride / Bliss <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deva_(Buddhism)">Devas</a> <br />White <br />Wisdom <br />Perfect Realm of Potala</p> <p>Ma <br />Ethics <br />Jealousy / Lust for entertainment <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asura_(Buddhism)">Asuras</a> <br />Green <br />Compassion <br />Perfect Realm of Potala</p> <p>Ni <br />Patience <br />Passion / desire <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_beings_in_Buddhism">Humans</a> <br />Yellow <br />Body, speech, mind <br />quality and activity <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dewachen">Dewachen</a></p> <p>Pad <br />Diligence <br />Ignorance / prejudice <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animals_in_Buddhism">Animals</a> <br />Blue <br />Equanimity <br />the presence of Protector (Chenrezig)</p> <p>Me <br />Renunciation <br />Poverty / possessiveness <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preta">Pretas (hungry ghosts)</a> <br />Red <br />Bliss <br />Perfect Realm of Potala</p> <p>Hum <br />Wisdom <br />Aggression / hatred <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naraka_(Buddhism)">Naraka</a> <br />Black <br />Quality of Compassion <br />the presence of the Lotus Throne (of Chenrezig)</p> <h5>Karandavyuha Sutra definition</h5> <p>The first known description of the mantra appears in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karandavyuha_Sutra">Karandavyuha Sutra</a> (Chinese: 佛說大乘莊嚴寶王經 (Taisho Tripitaka 1050); English: Buddha speaks Mahayana Sublime Treasure King Sutra), which is part of certain Mahayana canons such as the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tibetan_Buddhism">Tibetan</a>. In this sutra,<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakyamuni_Buddha">Shakyamuni Buddha</a> states, "This is the most beneficial mantra. Even I made this aspiration to all the million Buddhas and subsequently received this teaching from Buddha <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amitabha">Amitabha</a>."</p> <p>(SOURCE:  Wikipedia)</p> <p>I came across this while reading my “Finding the Buddha Within” book by Lama Surya Das.  He speaks about our paths and how sometimes you simply can not ignore your calling as a being connected to this earth.  At some point we all must unite with the clarity of life and walk our paths…</p> <p> </p> <p>I especially love this chant.</p> <p> </p> <p>Time to go to sleep!  Good night.</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-63850796337426301402009-11-01T12:34:00.001-08:002009-11-01T12:34:23.615-08:00.Sunday Grace.<p>I used to be embarrassed to rejoice and sing my praise for all the blessings God has given me… And For What? </p> <p> </p> <p>Today…. I am thankful for having found the Woman in my life and my friends and family! We are traveling on a journey of life together…. Be thankful!</p> <p> </p> <p>That is all…:) Life updates coming soon!!</p> <p>Peace.</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-80597023962669054332009-10-24T22:55:00.001-07:002009-10-24T22:55:47.052-07:00.Au Natural.<p>Ok… in this day and age it is so important for women of color to have this “socially acceptable” look… Well Today, I declare my natural curly fro… Socially acceptable for me…. so worl get to accepting or move out of my way:)</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-24447287704788509862009-07-06T21:30:00.003-07:002009-07-06T21:36:28.601-07:00.Façade.you carry alabaster smiles<div>in the curl of your mouth,</div><div>have aged tears hiding in the thicket of your curl,</div><div><br /></div><div>you.</div><div><br /></div><div>betrothed your soul to the ground i walked on,</div><div>ate the fruits my chest bore in every season and</div><div>still left me.</div><div><br /></div><div>your</div><div><br /></div><div>prized peace of earth, I should have learned</div><div>as the shores do at high tide... give enough of</div><div>yourself and surely.... if only for moments everyday</div><div><br /></div><div>the element of water</div><div>will swallow you whole. </div><div>and leave you needing</div><div>more than ever before.</div><div><br /></div><div>----------------------------</div><div>...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; ">1 Corinthians 13</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;">...and I will continue in this manor.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;">Good Night World.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-89687362609605321582009-07-06T21:30:00.001-07:002009-07-06T21:30:06.360-07:00.Facade..Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-88170593708164132532009-07-04T22:35:00.001-07:002009-07-04T22:35:36.869-07:00.Realization of Truths.<p>Love can make you feel incredibly small at times.  I’ve had my fair share of roller coaster rides in life and in love and promised myself I would never take myself for a ride like that again… The past two weeks have been trying of my spirit… But i stayed true to myself and things my mother has given me along the way… I also know now… after so many experiences with different people who have come and gone both friend and lover… You can not make anyone do anything they don’t want to do so always be mindful to flexibility and in that there is no need to compromise SELF.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmBRoBsAOPA8jyGr9ZhbrN7mYdBEqk9f24u6ofS43WqwexY6GNSNdpbhvxBpuXGwMY2eftVaLnPm9WhZNRkOaYlEmn9_vmtXmaeIdNVjlJHKrBbfI3fLlZOBjhs_KeyFZVVIR3E6tFb4t/s1600-h/IMG00062-20090612-2306%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG00062-20090612-2306" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG00062-20090612-2306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0Bg9Vb0fSt5TGvXRRUjd5TNTYbl7bK9dqo-3P_u0NCp9ADu4YFSyUFyhegBP-_r6d6evx-cUbKAoP4D9f_US_FwTOCz2SIf5-LgubhiCzpJBk3JTkxyfVDZVr4UoC9ee0hY8GpCNYQwj//?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>If you are on a journey of self discovery…. fly… be free and do that… it’s ok to make mistakes in the process along the way… otherwise, it would not be called growth.  We fall and get hurt along the way but never EVER EVER sacrifice your growth for another… no matter how much it hurts… That other person may need to do some growing as well.</p> <p>THIS was my lesson over these past couple of weeks. I had to recognize that a very important person in my life needed room to misunderstand, not understand the “re-understand” themselves in order to jump on the right path… there were some misunderstanding, hiccups and heart breaks along the way but surely… perseverance was enough to get us through what we needed to tackle…</p> <p>Unconditional LOVE is real…</p> <p>Remember YOUR WORTH… YOUR TRUTH… YOUR PEACE… </p> <p>“Think great things and great things shall happen.”</p> <p>Peace and Goooooooood Night.</p> <p><3 Succinct.</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-8558056808671554232009-06-30T20:25:00.001-07:002009-06-30T20:25:23.513-07:00.Heavy Tongues.<p>Im lost in a web of myself.</p> <p>spiders never lie when you dream of them.  They told me of a change… I chose to not recognize it so i dreamed of them again… and now my heart stand at a crossroads.</p> <p>i can’t speak your name,</p> <p>its too heavy.</p> <p>and im much to weak……</p> .Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-56488081802440019572009-06-29T10:09:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:13:15.798-07:00.1013AM.i can not say i didnt have an awesome time... San Francisco was awesome. Life often tosses you challenges... I was given the challenge to decide what i needed to do in order for my happiness to be complete... I think I did well. Soemtimes, love hurts and is confusing... but it isn't hard to recoup from being hurt or low... it's all about the aknowledment of your state... and the reverence for the "humble" in life... Seek your own Solace but ensure you consider those in your path... and that does not mean sacrifice what you want for someone's gain... rather shows your maturity...<div><br /></div><div>eh. im rambling... gotta shower... hasta luego...</div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-58538496925710402912009-06-10T21:10:00.000-07:002009-06-10T21:14:59.416-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/3061361983_a639d70155.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/3061361983_a639d70155.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I watched you struggle in the molasses thickness that was the moment. the same words fell from my mouth.<div><br /></div><div>i, a broken record. you suffering from weak arms and legs trying your absolute best to survive the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have these moments when I aboslutely have to be doing something ever milisecond otherwise i will feel idle and my eefforts will be wasted... How much time does one have to sit and think about what they already know they should be doing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stop fearing your goals...you made them. Don't let the flight and height of life scare you away from actually living it. </div><div><br /></div><div>PEace and Good Night world.</div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-9224838387341822602009-06-04T18:20:00.000-07:002009-06-04T18:26:53.423-07:00.Thursday's aren't thirsty.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-14/weathered-red-door.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 768px;" src="http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-14/weathered-red-door.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Love sometimes mocks that of a door... hinged and un-hinged...<br /><br />I would gladly weather myself for you... as long as you just keep turning that knob.<br /><br />Thursday....June 4, 2009 felt empty. more so than my last empty days... This one fell funny at my feet... and my awkward arms couldn't figure ut how to hold it together today.<br /><br />It is a desperate feeling trying to catch what you can't feel....<br />but you know it's there.<br /><br />I do.<br /><br />I do.<br /><br />I do.<br /><br />...if only there was a way to remind you of why you decided to ever cross this doorstep.<br /><br /><br /><br />Maybe then you wouldn't have to be questioning why you come back... I love you. far more than these words..Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-79856354016799529192009-06-03T18:47:00.000-07:002009-06-03T18:55:47.397-07:00.and then....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLISNWlVCAC81OrA53jCWTLyG7k3x-0JGANEzklRV2mHX7o3JWnljp8JYZOKEDNM1TcNMlCMscFtmZA-VmLr9U1Me2uRLgj_RK3TQDWCEC0cuj1dZGVoEhEv5plX33a28obq19wbVBpvU/s1600-h/DSCF4875.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZu350MB1e2NYeH6E4TSvAaNWf3LfGKtACeqrMIQuAtLaer2oiVK5SD-dy3MR7ZrH71nSv3-1kl5udzD-sBO0U6xpYNl1gfFbQXMj54ToJ0k3xabjhLfRIszzdUCueThaaXqHhRsew6hWz/s1600-h/PC260038.JPG"></a>There was ME!<div><br /></div><div>Good Day Blogger Space! Today I came home and handled the business.... I plan on hanging out with my favorite Hoochie Kissy Mush Mush Face Maurita later on. She's great! A Capricorn.... And Well... Just GREAT! Woot! She also has her Womyn with her... Who is absolutely beautiful so together they are WONDERFUL. Got that?! Good.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZu350MB1e2NYeH6E4TSvAaNWf3LfGKtACeqrMIQuAtLaer2oiVK5SD-dy3MR7ZrH71nSv3-1kl5udzD-sBO0U6xpYNl1gfFbQXMj54ToJ0k3xabjhLfRIszzdUCueThaaXqHhRsew6hWz/s320/PC260038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343284792762052482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>My dog pee'd on my couch cushion. Why, Sebastian?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLISNWlVCAC81OrA53jCWTLyG7k3x-0JGANEzklRV2mHX7o3JWnljp8JYZOKEDNM1TcNMlCMscFtmZA-VmLr9U1Me2uRLgj_RK3TQDWCEC0cuj1dZGVoEhEv5plX33a28obq19wbVBpvU/s1600-h/DSCF4875.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLISNWlVCAC81OrA53jCWTLyG7k3x-0JGANEzklRV2mHX7o3JWnljp8JYZOKEDNM1TcNMlCMscFtmZA-VmLr9U1Me2uRLgj_RK3TQDWCEC0cuj1dZGVoEhEv5plX33a28obq19wbVBpvU/s320/DSCF4875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343285097763693410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Are you a dog owner? Better yet... Are you a pack leader? Have any doggy Tip's you wanna share?</div><div>Does anyone have Caesar's number? He needs to whisper in Sebastian's ear.</div><div><br /></div><div>So World, tonight I will be a butterfly. I miss getting dolled up and actually feeling Pretty. Are you always on the Go? Never have enough time to just get dolled and hang out with out having to plan your tomorrow while trying to enjoy your today? Take time and doll up...fuck the plans for tomorrow... go RELAX. put away your cellphones.... Actually Laugh Out Loud... and BE HUMAN.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not a Calendar.</div><div>Not a Cell Phone.</div><div>Not a Tweeter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Feel you in your skin again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until manana Dolls!!!</div><div>Peace and No Hair Grease!</div><div><br /></div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-8883761184749833742009-06-02T17:06:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:21:51.546-07:00.Oh Tainted Dolls.Come in many different shapes and different forms...<div><br /></div><div><b>Question:</b> How does one justify a smile... when they have caused others nothing but grief and hardship...</div><div><br /></div><div>You never ever prance around on someone's good deed in stiletto heels.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are a lot of things in the world i don't like....</div><div><br /></div><div>But you Fawn... I am not FOND of you...at all... And Karma is waiting at the dinner table</div><div><br /></div><div>for</div><div><br /></div><div>that</div><div><br /></div><div>ass.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SOMETIMES, ladies and gents... Blogs go personal...:)</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be back later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Good Day:)</div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-46911977784918038552009-06-01T22:31:00.000-07:002009-06-01T22:32:52.373-07:00.Just When It Seems Clear.<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">.Hopeful.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">i have paint from years of trying splattered on the backs of eyelids. pinned butterflies to boards. held heart scribbled on receipts in the corners of my pocket, there is just no easy way to let you go. i've been betting, bidding and biding time on black markets just to put our memories together again. signed contracts with devils, relished in sin and played poker with God to hold on to eternal winnings. you see i would sell my womb to create Us again. </span></span></div></div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939111824880342514.post-56761908044745332522009-06-01T22:16:00.002-07:002009-06-01T22:22:52.812-07:00.Cincinnati.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://briantabor.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/grippos-bbq.jpg"></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>...she reminds me of<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>every</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>failure and</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>every smile.</div><div>------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>So I am going home to Cincinnati, Ohio in a couple of weeks. I haven't been home in a while and I haven't seen the folks i'm going to visit in about 6 years. I'm going home to teach a Kata to a friend for her competition and this return to my Martial Arts roots is long awaited... I also get to eat...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://noteatingoutinny.com/wp-content/uploads/img_0967.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 614px; height: 461px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Skyline Fuckin Chili!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Please give me 1 3-Way W/ Onions and 2 Cheese Coney's with Mustard and Onions!</div><div><br /></div><div>Also I would like...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1045/1215145404_4d4ed60223.jpg?v=0"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1045/1215145404_4d4ed60223.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /></a></span><img src="http://briantabor.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/grippos-bbq.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 231px; " /></span></div>.Succinct Ramblings.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780232065606530240noreply@blogger.com1