It is done by us all, as God disposes, from
the least cast or worm to what must have been
in the case of the brontosauer, say, spoor
of considerable heft, something awesome.

We eat, we evacuate, survivors that we are.
I think these things each morning with shovel
and rake, drawing the risen brown buns
toward me, fresh from the horse oven, as it were,

or rolling the alfalfa-green ones, expelled
in a state of ooze, through the sawdust bed
to take a serviceable form, as putty does,
so as to lift out entire from the stall

And wheeling to it, storming up the slope,
I think of the angle of repose the manure
pile assumes, how sparrows come to pick
the redelivered grain, how inky-cap

coprinus mushrooms spring up in a downpour.
I think of what drops from us and must then
be moved to make way for the next and the next. However
much we stain the world, spatter

it with our leavings, make stenches, defile
the great formal oceans with what leaks down,
trundling off today's last barrowful,
I honor shit for saying, we go on.

~Maxine Kumin Excrement

I thought I would share with the internet and you one of my all time favorite poems. To me, it's about going on. We go one despite of the shit around us. Read more into it if you need to. Soak it up . . . soak it up like the little sponge you are . . . . craving for more out life. Crave everything and anything. And after you're done craving - Satisfy that craving.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:36 PM

Oooooooooooooooooooooooo baby! I changed the look of the blog! And without any kind of help from Jas too!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 9:16 PM

Alone or lonely? Alone = to be without anyone or anything physically. Lonely = to feel alone

What is there to be lonely about? It's spring . . . almost. People are starting to come out of their burrows and be social. Be friendly. Be NICE. "It's glorious" complimetary of Brian [former neighbor boy]

I have been reading and hearing about loneliness for a bit. "lonely people make happy people even happier . . . "

Quite the contrary in my eyes. Lonely people are needy people. Clingy people. Lonely people yearn for something that I cannot describe and they grab onto whatever . . . entertains them for that moment. Completes them for that moment. And you my little Gingey cookie are none of those things. I do not presume to know all the facts and the history about you. But I don't think it's a case of loneliness. I think it's a case of dissatisfaction. Something is missing. And no body is going to fill that void. You're a strong and willful person. You can do anything. That was meant for one person and that person knows who he/she is.

To the general public, lonely people tend to make my ass twitch. "You people make my ass twitch" complimetary of Meg Ryan in French Kiss. And for the lonely people out there, get your head out of your arses. You're so dependent on material things for entertainment [shopping, tv, theatre, friends, drinking, gossip, etc] that you have forgotten to be independent. Do things on your own. Do it for yourself.

You're in rooms of people around you but you still feel alone. Are you relying on those people to make you feel not alone? That's where you're mistaken. Stop putting yourself in that type of environment. Just think why that doesn't make any sense. Put yourself in a different setting where you can be alone and think about why you feel lonely. I suggest a walk . . .

Set some time aside for yourself only and take a walk somewhere. Do some thinking. I personally like walking in the woods. The only interuptions out there is the woods itself, but that's natural - not material, which is what I want to get away from. Now if you're not wood savvy, DON'T GO. I don't want to turn on the tv and hear about someone I know lost in the woods and had to be hospitalized for a broken leg and hypothermia.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not tired of hearing or reading about said loneliness. I just want the person speaking/writing to get out their thoughts and truly think about what they just said/wrote. And then I want that person to think of a solution for their issue[s]. I'm only tired of listening/reading to the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and the person keeps "repeating the same mistakes expecting a different outcome. That's insanity people!" complimetary of my mom. I don't mind being an outlet for those feelings because maybe you need an outside opinion.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 10:14 AM

Ello! 2 days later of apartment hunting, I believe we looked at 12-14 apartments. In the words of Cara and Kay, "le sigh". John and I finally decided on The Timbers. Go to the link and you'll see some pictures - not the greatest pictures, but pictures indeed. We're going tomorrow officially apply. It's 40 fecking dollars to just apply there. 350 fecking dollars for a pet deposit. But, I'll manage.

Timbers could be my future home. Call me the Art Nymph because our place is going to be covered in art, in color, in BEAUTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because . . . . because . . . because . . We can paint the fecking walls!!!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 4:18 PM

I'm a dumb jackass. I have my painting critique tomorrow morning. I was restretching one of my canvas RIP.

Shit I yell. Fuck me I scream. This was going to be a completed canvas I cry. Okay, I didn't really cry but the canvas is supposed to be critiqued tomorrow.

So, I continue on with my stretching, being extra careful that I don't make the rip any bigger and to not make a new rip. RIP There I go again. A new rip.

Shit I yell. Fuck me I scream. This canvas is cursed I cry. Okay, I didn't really cry but the canvas is cursed.

So, now the cavas has been restretched and with 2 rips. One rip on the very back = no biggie. The other rip is on the edge of the canvas, where most of the presser from the pulling/stretching is = big biggie. I'm going to throw some paint on it and see what that does. Hopefully something. Oooooo, I wonder if jesso would work better because it dries fast. Wish me luck. I have one painting done and 2 more to go in, ooooo lets see the countdown, 16-ish hours

Bongo-ed your bongos at 4:15 PM