Pussy Riot-Punk Prayer.mp4

for my mom: SQUANDAH BIRD~!!!

ur  littlest grandkid eating a nectarine...awwww mira que cute!!

also: FFFUCCCKKKK!!! FREE PUSSY RIOT!!!

i love these women so much and have made art offerings in honor of them that are placed all over my apartment. i Believe in Pussy Riot! and when i play them on youtube the kid comes rushing in asking if that's them. this is very important to me as a woman to somehow someway even infinitismally teener tiny vibelike effort Do something in support of these women and what they did and how they conducted themselves in that weird as fuck court scene. and how they are still doing HARD prison time away from their kids..fuck. for speaking truth to power. also i have attempted to make a balaklava for ME and our two new cats. one is from the pound and one is from a mexican crazy cat lady in santa maria.
sooo off topic but i don't even care! THIS IS MY BLOG AND I DO WHAT I WANT! (plus obv....both are pussies and i mean that in the greatest of ways. freeeee pussy riot!!!!!)

coupla jewels from my crown (one is off to s. america)

Hey Nana those pants fit him perfect except they need hemmed

 i have it on the last taker inner elastic waist thingamabob. 

sending these out into cyberspace Especially for my mother & sister

3rd Grade Pop-poppers! The Papa Tote Totes..so far he doesn't exactly hate school as much as he has since kindergarten but he sure is glad when it's over. also hes told me about a kid who tried to escape with pure glee in his eyes/voice. the kid tried to climb a fence in the schoolyard and got caught/sent to the principal's office. he's a First grader. he almost got out. 

i know this is CRYPTIC as well as nonsensical  AS FUCK but i just found a note i wrote to myself that reads: Key 2 La Llorona is in your suitcase

(& it made me wanna blog REALLY bad)

Junior Parker - Pretty Baby

“I wonder if Plath would have been saved had she been born in a different time: in a time when psycho-pharmacologists are no more shameful to visit than hairdressers and women write celebrated personal essays about being bad mothers and cutters and are reclaiming the word slut. Would she have been a riot grrrl, embracing an angry feminist aesthetic? Addicted to Xanax? A blogger for Slate?”
— Lena Dunham on Sylvia Plath, who took her own life on this day in 1963 and whose relationship with life and death was quicksand of existence. 
#Sylvia Plath #Lena Dunham


i dunno...i think once ur doomed to be a lovely poet and die young but leave amazing literary shit behind - u just are, no matter what era ur born in

sometimes i get so lonely that i get all dolled up and then i end up visually making out with my ownself - in my own cyberspace..it's fun and i like it. i'm a good kisser in make believe and in real life! i mostly like my eyebrows in this one..they don't always look so purdy...the older i get the more salvador dali my eyebrows become! 

WHERE in the heck is Zulia?

Cabimas, to be exact. duhr...2 seconds de google que la fregada..it's Venezuela  Yay!! for random peeps from Venezuela reading my blog. yay for anybody who reads this!!...i may not know WHO you are but i know Where!!

Chumash Blessings

 

 The 2nd staged version of The Maria Solares Project

12-12-12

right at 12 i texted my 21 yr old daughter - then tried to whatsapp my son and it fucken took 30 seconds and i missed my chance ...the satellites are INUNDATED! i just got a reply from her four minutes later and her text was marked 12 noon! Yayyy.


Happy 12-12-12!!!! at 12:12

although really, who gives a rat's ass ....i Do. sorta

Tortilla Mary still blesses my blog

when my blog pals got my back

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okay yeah, So What?...sometimes i take soft pornish pix of myself

but DOES THERE HAVE TO BE A DEMON BEHIND ME WHEN I DO????? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!! i keep telling myself i'm not gonna let this get me down but, COME On! it's insidious! and i'll tell you what...i think i look native american and a little bit drunk and my tongue looks really long & everything but - i am IN that room where that demonesque eye-baller in the corner was captured on digital(?) camera phone for all posterity!!! seriously wtf???!?!

i think

it's verrrry cool that i have a blogspot account and a tumblr account. goddess Bless the internetz.  i have THREEEEE followers on my tumblr and 1 of them is my daughter. on this very lickety split cleaning service blog i have 5 followers! WHO the fuck they are i have no idea except for heartful &  1 of my "followers" is my own son, yes...i'm usually the one behind the times electronically but the fruits of my womb followed my lead into actual blogging which i've been doing for SIX years now...woo hoo.
anywhooo i seriously heart blogging. Blog BLOG Blog blog. i hope i never stop.

i keep seeing things!

and it's not the drugs! it's not my imagination, right? other people see it, too. this time. it's obvious and BEAUTIFUL but kinda scary

if you look at the bottom right corner than go up midway, can you (Please) tell me what you see?? anyone? i don't even care if it's anonymous

art by Miquel Tio

i love making rice pudding for my children.. and  that my daughter thinks it's delicious enuf to eat with a serving spoon

Groooovy Apartment Life in SLO, Calif.

boy says peace Now

it's been a while since i've really written anything worth writing but i still wanna do it. it's been a while since i purged my heart out. it's been a while since i've hugged my son who lives in Germany now....as long as his passport holds out. it's been a while since i put on a shit ton of make-up. it's been a while since i've eaten at a Really Nice restaurant. it's been a while since i read any other blogs on blogspot other than mine & G.'s.


more to come. it's been a while since i've felt this was important to do.