Happen all the time, Today Penny’s kitchen ceiling fell in, Val to the rescue, Penny’s eighty-seven year old mom there when I arrived looked worried, Water half way into the dinning room, Pipes burst! Above ceiling fan could be seen second floor rafters, Penny on tears, It was three then, Tamran and the young manContinue reading “Horrible things”
Category Archives: Cunning
Truth
If truth will set us Free then why is it hidden, If Knowledge becomes Wisdom, Is all truth Knowledge, Quanitive and Qualitive values, Due process if every truth is tainted by those wielding power then the truth or like a professor I had once had use to say the ‘Meat and potato’s, is the onlyContinue reading “Truth”
Squirrels Rock
Pity those humans that build on cliffs in California homes don’t wat h squirrels, Today in Quasqueton, Iowa the strange Fifty miles per hour winds playing havoc with the tree top home’s of little grey and brown Iowan’s, From my office bedroom I watch, A squirrels crib tucked enveloped on a tight little groove secureContinue reading “Squirrels Rock”
Sention beings
Humanity finds it hard, What stupid beast we are, Judging other mammals only worth to be hunted to extinction, Mere ornaments for a wall, Let’s look at human traits: Thought animals four and two figure things out, Cognitive thought my cats hate walking on the ground its to humdrum they prefer jumping from box ofContinue reading “Sention beings”
Warm n wet
Sweet and tender, Arousal, Tantalizing, Charlene Harris sex scenes with love in ‘In an ice cold grave!’ If I was not sure I was a lesbian knowing what I love in my mouth and reading heteralsexual written sex I would want something else, I’m selling the book, The book did nothing for me, I loveContinue reading “Warm n wet”
No book card
No food stamp, No home, Living on street, All mammals need a home, Food, Security, Love,
English language
Language only gets complicated when delve into, Body language or the body of a language is more involved, Language is like me with my PTSD, and a TBI, First thing I do in the morning is write, My Sophie cat wants loving, I want her to just sit, I can’t take being climbed on, OrContinue reading “English language”
Eight O nine
Still fifty-two degrees, Feels saunaish in my home, Two nights ago was cold, We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them, Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included, It was flowered and very low, To give it height I suck magazineContinue reading “Eight O nine”
Why do script writers,
Why do they never shut doors! If I were a PI, I’d know sneaking into a building, Covertly, No intelligent individual, Wanting to remain in business, And alive, Would want others not thinking! Is there some one sneaking around? Or suspect of themself so foolish to not having shut a door, Have those script writersContinue reading “Why do script writers,”
The look
Remember that song, The look of love, Well my Black cat is hungry again, He rises from sleeping in a room with no virtual air where I sit, Looks around, Looks at me, Wanders over for a drink, No longer cool, Hot like the room, When it wasn’t like water to make tea Mr. BlackContinue reading “The look”
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