Nice Money Dog, Nice Pup...

Solitary pursuits can be quite rewarding, after all. If I'm meant to be alone at this time in my life, I may as well make the most and best use of the time. Loneliness only kills if you let it, after all.

I refuse to chase anyone anymore.

I beg to differ. I do not nor have ever reaped any benefit from slavery. This is a vast generalization, and, frankly, an offensive one. Clarification or extraction?

It's a painstaking process, but worth the effort, believe me. My mind is devious and evil if not held in check, but, then again, it is part of MY body, my personage, so, given the right amount of dedication and determination, I CAN (and will) control it. Stay tuned for updates, please...

More posts for you, right here!

Pretty cool. My daughter and I grooved on this while we walked to her school this morning. Nice tempo-setting song for walking... and we may have free-form danced in the process. Love Daughter-Dad walks!

Finally! Scientifically intelligent graffiti.

For the woman I love and hold above all other people and objects: In case I never said it, I hold you as my own personal pantheon of Goddesses all encapsulated in one being. You're my Minerva (for the wisdom you've imparted to me countless times); my Athena (for your many quiet displays of fearlessness when others would have retreated, and for unveiling poetry of silent words) ; my Persephone (when you walked compassionately among the dying); my Psyche (for your unerring way of knowing my mind's brooding, and for leading me away from it); my Aphrodite (for showing me beauty in the simplest things; revealing the handsomeness I possess; challenging my rage, self-hatred, ugliness and violence with a calming touch, vocal spells to quell the tide of destruction, beauty in motion, and lessons in creativity); my Demeter (you always know how to make things grow, from our children to my gnarled, twisted heart); my Alchelois (who outshines the sun and the moon, owning all of my skies); my Astraea (whose footsteps guide me safely across dark skies); my Eris (who wins the war through love and force of soul); my Hestia (who has shown me both hearth and home, in all their incarnations); my Thalia (your wit disarms me); my Gaia (for being a force of nature); my Hebe (for breathing life and vitality into this old salted lost soul); my Kotys (for the nights you've driven me wild and shown me pleasures words cannot describe); and my Iris (whose spectrum of colors shines bright against the darkness of my worst days and promises better things through hope and love).

I would build a shrine for you, but I fear my hands would not do you justice. So I will simply choose each place in which I dwell or linger as a temple of You, and, upon bend knee, I will adore you, always...

I'd like to add to this these three newer presidents and one older president who, though not particularly articulate, sought to elevate American citizens. Before you rant and rage against me, after reading what I had to say, I implore you to read and absorb. That list: Bill Clinton (hint: economy) ; Reagan: (hint: gave no shits ever...); Trump: though he's seldom articulate, he is passionate, knows who he he's fighting for, and has a HUGE SET of balls. Hate him if you want, but first consider how you would feel about yourself if you had just an ounce of Donald Trump's fucking obsessive drive. Don't dwell in hatred, but, rather, redirect...

These are thoughtful and honest tips. I just had to share them, because no matter my content or the urgency of the story or poetry that is trying to claw its way to the page, I, too, suffer distraction and creative implosion. These things work...

Does anybody have any writing tips for adhd writers?

I do agree, even if I didn't vote for him the first time. The FIRST time...

My Zen offering for today.

“Guinea pig getting cozy enjoying the back scratcher.”

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