Our Year Of Living (Beautifully) Without WalMart

Thursday, October 9, 2008

abortion and awe


this is what "prolife" republicans do now.

this is what they seemingly LIKE to do.

this is not necessity.

this is slaughter.

there are worse pictures.

but i want to make this into a postcard and send it to every house in this country.

if i had a million dollars i would.

i would.

you have no idea how crazy i would be with my money.

every stupid ignorant person in this country who bases their vote on ABORTION OR NOT should have to stare at this (and the worse i found that i coulda put up)

because you are voting to SLAUGHTER innocent babies all over the world to fill up your gas tanks.

i am sick.

i am sick at heart.



i am sure the middle class is hurting. waah.

i am impoverished.

i have been under the poverty level every single day of my entire life.

i will be giving lessons after the shit goes (further) down...on how to cook a $3.00 (now a $6.00!) chicken and pull its meat off its bones and stretch it for three meals for four people...

i already do that.

i haven't had meat that wasnt hamburger or aforementioned chicken in YEARS...

(i lie...i have had some pig meat too...i lie...oh and a tad bit of seafood...but we are talking over decades, now)

i was glad to be possessed today to go see obama...

it was nice to see the uhmmm africanamericans (i dislike that word) have their day. really. it was...it was inspirational and nice. and all the others who have found someone they feel will project their voices and hopes and dreams.

maybe someday some child not born yet will go to a rally where someone that i agree with and who i can identify with is energizing the people...someone will see my newage pagangreen female face beaming with pride and happiness and HOPE...and will say that they were glad that they got to see the hippies have their day...

in a world where children grow up knowing nothing but solar and alternative power...


i have a dream...

this shit i wrote up there is a nightmare...

politics is not good for those with bipolar disorder. it is really set up to be devastating for those with intellect OR bipolar disorder, and i (and a few of my associates) am finding out that it can be downright sickening for those of us with both. :)

thank you for reading this...i got to thinking about prolife voters and got all upset. i feel a bit better now.

like balm, this exhibitionalist wonderland...like balm!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

my name is bellaluna evalina

my mother makes me homemade cinnamonapplesauce with sweetpotatopeaches and serves it to me in her blue willow china teacups.

sure she is a silly hippie who didn't get raised quite right and yells alot and cries too much but does anyone have a better momma than i?

sit your john mccain ass down

i know how to get osama bin laden. i will get him. i know how to get him.

if he doesn't quit saying that stupid shit, i am going to wipe it out of his mouth.

i keep skirting the line of wishing deadly harm on this guy. it is watching the end of the patriarchy and i HAVE to remember that at all times.

a dying patriarchy says and does and looks like mccain/palin.

and THAT is good to see.

did we find out how much the fine was?!

imagine the next four years! just imagine! the hell that some (more in my town than not) people with mccain palin signs on their lawns WANT! what masochism is this?!

it is the kind that needs straightass square racist sexist sickass authoritarian daddy and slutty stupid bitch whore mommy!

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and in my past experience, i can see that those two parents don't work. they get divorced and mommy moves somebody else in the next week.

(self included)

and you know what else?!

you know when you go to your class reunion or run into the mcmansion bitches from your class who didn't grow up impoverished, who in fact grew up coddled by their PERFECT parents?! and they try to RELATE to you? as though their HARD years (coddled still) in college and in the real ($10,000 wedding gifts to start with) world have compared solidly to your drug rehab/homeless/scrappy impoverished adulthood?!

thats mccain's 4star general's son prepschool PRIVILEDGED millionheiress' husband ass talking to obama.


crock of shit.

but to change the tone completely....

i have read in more than one source that it is quite possible that the negative energy projected onto george bush is what has kept him in power. that he is essentially RUNNING on, or POWERED by OUR negative energy.

if such is the case, in four years john mccain could be as bright as the sun....

he won't live that long. we all know it.

goddamn it. i am participating in it!

if its true...if this system is running on the fear of god's children (think monsters inc)...i must do better to try and send positive energy out into the world...

(two party politics cause gollumly schizophrenia)

dear twelve year old steffani

Dear Twelve Year Old Steffani...

yes, you! you in your powder blue bedroom with your oversized knockoff swatch watch wall clock and your white, pink, and seagreen boom box with pursestraps that incessantly plays R.E.M and other things none of the other kids have heard about...

you of the classical music and the miami university public access radio and the secret delusions of grandeur.

you of the sea breeze and sassy magazine....

someday when you are thirty two years old you will assist a physicist at oxford in england write the last sentence of his doctoral thesis. he will ask YOU if it is grammatically correct.

you will have regular communication with a lawyer four years your senior who absolutely and positively tells you that you are the most intriguing woman he has ever met.

You will have traveled this nation from one coast to the other to the other to the other and you will have driven most, if not all of the way.

one night in omaha nebraska you will be pursued by the lead singer of a rock and roll band who will steal pages from your notebook and write songs based on your poetry.

So much is going to happen to you in the next twenty years! It is almost a pity that so far all of this has had to do with MEN, for the most part. But you are sitting there wondering if you will ever find ANY one to ever love you or respect you or care about you at all...Girl, are you in for it!

Twenty years from now you will have been married, divorced, widowed, and remarried and you will be the mother of three gorgeous children.

You were right about the jesus stuff AND about the bush stuff. Good girl!

well, i have to go for now...two of those gorgeous children of Ours NEED us...umm...you! me!


i won't tell you what they look like or even if they are boys or girls or such things as that! have fun dreaming up names!

if i told you that you are beautiful it could screw up the crooked, gorgeous path it will take you to get here...so i won't.

you'll figure that out, in the by and by.

All my love,

Thirty Two Year Old Steffani


you live to see the end of the white patriarchy! but don't tell anyone! just keep that silent little grin to yourself!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

i wash my trash...do you?

i wash my trash....i wash tin cans and i shake-a shake my milk jugs and i fold up all paper nicely and put them in a container to be toted to the recycling center in my town (and you will be pleased to know that i am not alone, by any means...LOTS of people recycle here)

do you wash your tin cans?

if not, why not?????


i knew if i found some way on earth to be consistant enough, i would find the true key to mapping out my mania...

last month (sept) i was better than usual. but do you see it over there? its scientific! every three weeks it went like this 10....1...2...10.....1...2...10...

yay...and here i am again...second week of october, shuckin em out waiting to ovulate...yay...

i am a sick puppy

after all of my internal work...that i am looking foreward to punishing myself with THIS....


it looks luscious....sick puppy...i am a sick, masochistic puppy....