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The Bad Squirrels – illustration

The Bad Squirrels The illustrations for this book are so cute. I love them, I can’t wait to finish this book. The squirrels wear hoodies. Lol! The colorist has to add the color.  A lot of work and care. If I didn’t have to over see every stroke, it would probably be finished. I have to make sure my vision is portrayed fittingly. No male or female characters so each child can imagine themselves as…

Turn around don’t say goodbye, I hate them.

It means, goodbye. Not next time we meet.

It means I have given up on you. 

I hate doing that to anyone.

But, it’s necessary sometimes I think, when I don’t know what else I can do.

Just leave don’t start me crying, you make me sick most of the time anyway.

Close the door behind you, please. 

I don’t even know exactly why, I am upset about this.

I’m breaking up with you.

Building with Sandbags – Eco Friendly Homes

Building with Sandbags – Eco Friendly Homes.

Writing it down. I have writing spells where, thats all I want to do sometimes. Especially when, I’m out of sorts I write for cathartic reasons. Otherwise, I need inspiration to write coming at the oddest of times from anything. I must act on it or it hurts. I feel something tragic has happened to me if, I can not express what I am feeling when needed with the written word.

I hate that feeling,…

I have an old english thing, going on sometimes.

One

A winter’s morn, doth willow wake

Scratch thy window

Early morn

Heavy snow fell from thy branch

Two

Honorificabilitudinitas now, lost in sorrow

To know my worth is meaningless

I beg with mercy to a past I lost

To meet again; guide the way

via My friend and I. — Medium.

My friend and I.

We were sitting around in my roommate’s bedroom, talking. And I told her, I have tickets to the Venice Beach Freakshow, let’s go together. She asked where I got the tickets. They came as a gift with purchase, online, from their website when I bought a hoodie and t-shirt.

We imagined what we might see on arrival. The legless and limbless? Parasitic…

I was at home, in Torremuelle

I love it there. Only place I ever felt at home; I belong there. Never felt, I am where I should be anywhere.

I didn’t know, after the run that ends in the arena. There is a bullfight following and some are killed then the local restaurants serve them that night. After, chastising them on the run go even farther to kill and eat one for dinner.

How macho is that!

Making bullfighters very…

Poem – Differently

I can’t be that different from, everyone. People need to be right about, anything. They see what they want to see.

Not the truth I believe, you know. It sets you free, I thought and heard. I don’t understand what is empowering about fooling self.

Into believing one does not make mistakes. One does not misunderstand or make any errors. Isn’t this a part of our learning process in life.

What makes…