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Black Dog of May

La Kookie - House Admiral

We held a burial for La Kookita today. Hugo took on the role of sexton and dug her little grave next to a newly planted bugambilia (paper flower) while his younger brother and mother took Kookie to be put to sleep. 

I found some pottery shards to serve as a grave marker and placed them when the digging was done.

As for El Roco- the loud mouth of the house- I think he is confused. It is hard to tell if he understands the situation.

But it is definitely a sad day in the house for the humans.

Please excuse the mess.

I've just done an import of posts from Blogger to Tumblr.

The formatting is crazy.

Asking in Vain

I perceive that no one in the webz who gives a rat-whip-tail enough find a way to make this happen for me, but let me try puttinng it out there-

My birthday is coming up on May 11th so I am making with the a cute little girl voice (because people can't resist this?) and ask to have a Star Wars themed party with horsey rides in the backyard.

Ahem.

Amen.

Whatever.

This Universe sucks.

I probably don't even get points for trying.

Whatever.

Grumble.

Birthday

After an amazing meal at a local steak house (I did manage to find something on the menu to suit me)  with my extended Mexican family, I spent the evening with my other big brothers Kirk and Spock and Bones and Khan... and wondered when Anakin was going to show up.... Also - The circus came into town Friday night. They set up a bigtop tent a few lots over. I can see the flags waving from the kitchen door. Maybe that is where you will find metomorrow! -Sitting in the sawdust, contemplating running away with a travelling circus! I would become a tatttooed Bull Dancer then... and every month would be May. 

This Sunshine. And More Anxiety.

So I walk away. When the birds chirping outside of the window put me on edge- I know I have to do something... else. I put all of my work aside (that was making me cry too). I go for a long, long walk from one end of Rosarito Beach to the other and all the way back to my hovel by way of the main road. Maybe 6 miles all together. 

Did it clear my head? Yeah, I think I put my dopamine level up to a point where I can enjoy watching Seven and wonder about making a performance art piece with these bags of Cheetos that I spotted in the Smart & Final that were so big, I could have gotten in one of them! Can you imagine?! 3 kg of Cheetos.. All that orange pseudo cheese..

It would be amazing! BTW - This is my idea! If you steal this idea, you had better do a really fab performance with it!

muted palate

it's nothing like Ireland

This sunshine

Does the light of day  really make you better?

The desire to go out and get so high off the radiation,

The processing of vitamin D

That all your emotional baggage seems to jerk to leathery bits

That you can give to the dog to chew on for fun

But does that really resolve anything?

The dog will vomit it all up in your face later

With blotches and shrivels and cancers

So what then has been the good of it?

modern coveman art

MOXSES on the rockses