Gone Fishin’!

I AM AWARE THIS IS A REPOST-ED DIFFERENTLY

GONE FISHING‼️

You say you don’t have time for me.
I ask Not You, But Just For Me:
Am I the Source For Whom You Seek?
Sources springing naturally,
Flowing Femininity,
Flossed LipGlossing,
Glowing Free,
Taking HerSelf-Care-ishly:
EveryBit She Claims to Be,
Quite the Curiosity!
Fish-Nets Tight Quite Stockingly,
Electric Zings Sting Shockingly,
A Mannered Faced So Prettily,
The Cleverest Mentality
And Most Exotic Personality!
Better Get Your Hooks In Her
Or I’d Not Work to Rest Assure
She’s At “Home Alone” for sure.
Better Get those Hooks in She
Or she will soon be Schoolingly.
In circles or The Shape She Wish:
In Many, Plenty Droves of Fish.

BETTER GET YOUR HOOKS IN HER!

BETTER GET YOUR HOOKS IN HER!

You say you don’t have time for me.
I ask Not You, But Just For Me:
Am I the Source For Whom You Seek?
Sources springing naturally,
Flowing Femininity,
Flossed LipGlossing,
Glowing Free,
Taking HerSelf-Care-ishly:
EveryBit She Claims to Be,
Quite the Curiosity!
Fish-Nets Tight Quite Stockingly,
Electric Zings Sting Shockingly,
A Mannered Faced So Prettily,
The Cleverest Mentality
And Most Exotic Personality!
Better Get Your Hooks In Her
Or I’d Not Work to Rest Assure
She’s At “Home Alone” for sure.
Better Get those Hooks in She
Or she will soon be Schoolingly.
In circles or The Shape She Wish:
In Many, Plenty Droves of Fish.

RACING THOUGHTS & New Disclaimers ♨️

I’ve just lived a Month of Hell I don’t understand and for the first time recently, haven’t had the words to describe. But I want to try.

The last 3-6 weeks (I can’t remember) have been a Giant, Extended, Protracted Clusterfuck of Epic Proportions. On a Daily Basic. Comprised of the following Ingredients:

1. The Daily Trifecta of Physical Mental, and Emotional Anguish.
2. That Damn Oral Surgery: the additional pain, the inconvenience, the EXPENSE, CVS and other Mosquitoes, the recovery period, the healing period, the waiting for the next phase, the fact there IS a Next Phase,
3. Going from February to July, at least where I live, brought my favorite Wardrobe Season, Mild Winter, to a screeching halt with As-Yet-Unworn-But-Recently-Purchased clothing Making Eyes from my closet; who knows if they’ll Wink at me next year? Also, the abrupt and drastic change in temperature has been hell on ONE of my pains: an exceptionally rare and therefore un-researched disorder, Erythromelalgia, or “Man-on-Fire Disease.” Let’s leave it that for now; I don’t want to burn you.
4. THE COMPANY: Profound Loneliness, Static Aloneness, A Despairing Sense of Pointlessness, Pissed-Off Self Loathing, Absence of Invitations, Unwillingness to Extend Invitations, Inability to Accept or Extend Invitations, Unfounded but CONVINCED Ugliness, Too Much Time But Nothing To Do, Wouldn’t Do It Anyway, Profound Sorrow, Regret!, Ghosts from the Past, Abject Misery, Fear of My Future, Inability to Cope with the Present, Paralysis,, Growing Emptiness, Social Anxiety, Agoraphobia (home both caste and prison of my own making), and therefore:

ZERO KARAOKE.

I NEED a weekly fix of Karaoke to handle the Slings and Arrows of my Outraged Fortune.

The good news is I FINALLY sought self-care by Undergoing Transformation of both Upper AND Lower Nails on Wednesday. All 20 are now Bulleted and Shellacked in Deluxe, Upgraded Red Glitter and Reflecting in Top Coat. How’s THAT for “Spring Color?“

I’m still not feeling great. But at least the Racing Thoughts in My Head are
Lovingly Whispering:

Karaoke Tonight?

(Gracias for the photo, @thenixcreative)

♨️ Is My New Disclaimer for Very Foul Language and/or Sexually Explicit Talk

WHY I AM NOT A MURDERER


After watching a true crime video (YouTube know where) about Murder-For-Hire as an Industry, I have some newly-acquired information to share.

The main Victims are The Spouse and The Top Motives are:

1) Life Insurance Policy and
2) He doesn’t want to be with Her anymore [for whatever reason].

I used to actually think about Getting Married Again, even up until a maybe a year ago. Don’t tell anybody because I don’t anymore.

However, if someone SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET, I would insist on the getting the following Pre-Nuptial Agreement SIGNED & NOTARIZED FIRST:

1. NEVER take out a life insurance policy on Me. EVER. I have contracted with the following Reporting Agency which will alert me if a life insurance policy is ever taken out in my name, and
2. Have the guts to tell me you want to kill me rather than actually kill me. Please. I will promise the same in return.

Do keep in mind, Murder-for-Hire levels the playing field and there are some angry females out here. TRUST me.

Most of us, according to the video, don’t act on it. The ones who get “stung” trying to order a hit from an undercover cop are positively CHILLING.

The main reason Murdering Someone isn’t an option for me? There was a term We used to get pretty riled up about Last Millennium called “Mutually Assured Destruction.” I think it describes what happens to both the Murder Victim, the MurderER, and Both Parties’ respective “Loved Ones” (even though I don’t currently have any right now).

I’d ask you if you’ve heard of MAD, but I’m pretty sure the term was disarmed from our Collective Lexicon 20-30 years ago.

DIGITAL COMPETITION

I’ve noticed within the last 6 months or so that single Men prefer Technology’s Version of Love to that of a Living, Breathing, REAL WOMAN. Or at least the Love of THIS Real Woman! These guys find digital gratification through digital images. For some, the sourcing of these images even crosses criminal lines.

Sadly [for me at least], “This” is what passes for “Love” in 2022 – at least for SOME men. And “Some Men” are the “Only Men” I meet!

Not that any of them actually admit to it so bluntly. And I MYSELF admit a Woman has to be PRETTY jaded to see so much UGLY-ness everywhere!

But I AM, so I DO.

In The Digital Woman, I see the same Flaws and Imperfections I HAVE – that ALL WOMEN HAVE – expertly Airbrushed from public view. The Orchestrators of Digital Love shouldn’t waste their time and money on Erasure Efforts because they’re entirely unnecessary; the Combination of Ease, 24/7 “Yes”-ness, and Nakedness will Reduce and Seduce a Man into the kind of Cyberblindness begging to grant Cyberpasses.

So MY romantic future looks very bleak – at least to Me! And listen folks: I’m cynical and jaundiced enough to realize I AM the Only Divorced Person My Age. Yet I was STILL foolishly hoping for one Last (long overdue!) Passionate Love Affair before I exchange Occasional Vulgarity for Perennial Perfection.

Not Anymore and Not Because death is hovering or any other Reasonable Reason. I’ve simply Lost Romantic Hope and Discarded all Nonexistent Intimate Expectations. You would, too, if Your Dating Pool preferred your karaoke videos to their NEARBY, flesh-covered, Large-AS-Life Counterpart.

I’ve decided to Not Give a Crap. After all, I enjoy my karaoke videos, too.

Is it Just Me or the Village, People?

Surely I’m not the Only One Here who finds it
•Highly Embarrassing
•That ONCE AGAIN
•I’m doing nothing but working on my stupid poems and my blog
•In my humble apartment
•With my dog
•Alone
•On a Saturday Night!
•ALL NIGHT!
•AGAIN!!
•BY MYSELF of course!!
•And isn’t it appalling how fine and dandy I am to do so!
•I mean the way I:
•Never think about Anything yet am ALWAYS AFRAID OF IT!
•I’d find it remarkable if I remarked at all!!
•Surely I’ll get over myself as soon as possible?
•I terribly hope so!
•FOR ALL OF US!!
•Until the next time that
•Things never change
•ALL OVER AGAIN.
•I wondered if I was the only one who felt this way
•It really takes a village.

And we’re The Village People.

If You’re an Ocean

If You’re an Ocean

If you’re an Ocean contemplating WHATEVER with WHOMEVER, but he’s a Lagoon: DON’T DO IT!! Even if you have Nobody Else!

Time spent Alone, as an Ocean, means less time masquerading as a Lagoon.

Imagine the Thunderous Wildness of The Ocean contained within a lagoon?

It’s Utterly Inconceivable.

The Inner Implosiveness of it would be catastrophic to the likes of which… Just Entropy Magnitude. Black Hole.. Victim Mentality. Terrible Tragedy. To the degree of: Exponential, stratospheric, perpendicular, geographic, unidimensional, one-sided, stereotypical, unilateral, fore-thinking, foreshadowing,neverbefore-seen, unintentionally-intended, once-in-a-lifetime, overly dramatic, HORMONALLY OUTRAGED levels!!

CATFISH VIBES!!

I am getting Catfish vibes
Instinct is the Reason Why
I don’t plan to “conversate”;
It’s an option that I hate
Because It doesn’t work for me,
Can’t test Your Sincerity.
Never understood the long haul game,
Extort, deceive, game, or play?
No option smells of truth,
More the smell of rotten food.

(Thanks for the photo, @prelevic.milos)

POETIC TUESDAYS: Slice of Life

So you’re not local. Perhaps I need to vet that buzzing beehive of 2,000 a little better?

Maybe all my “Likes” are, as you say,
Merely “Swiping Smiles” while in town visiting their Hopes for the Future?

I don’t know what other poets do on Tuesdays, I only know THIS one had oral surgery yesterday – with the full sedation package – then found herself writing poems until 4:30am today,
Only to be rudely awoken by the Barking Dog
Lying next to her,
ONLY 2 fast hours later,
WHOM She owns.

So she let him out,
Crankily Complaining all the while,
Then set about to do what all OTHER Poets do:
She wrote a poem about it,
Burnt, and Offered it to YOU.

LOVE LETTER TO MY ONLINE FRIENDS


I don’t often find myself contemplating the virtues of Cyberspace, but today I’d like to extoll one of its underreported virtues: LOVE.

Yes, Love. There IS Love to be found here❣️

Yesterday, all day, I felt emotionally fragile. I’ve learned, since beginning this blog last September, that the Internet can grant succor and relief through the Catharsis of “Writing-For-Sharing.”

Sometimes the public attention makes me crafty and prancy with my words, even making up new ones like “prancy.” Other times, I feel like I’m vomiting poison. Or losing what’s left of my beauty.

There are Certain Memories I hold close and parting is such sweet sorrow! But I believe Vulnerability is the Magic Ingredient for Good Writing of Any Kind [sorry much caps, all needed].

Last night I sobbed for hours while writing about my non-baby-but-still-child, Ethan (one of 3 unborn siblings, but the only one officially named).

I’m still crying.

The public-ness and Exposure feel threatening, and I can’t withstand threat right now.

What I need to feel – and needed to feel – is Love. And I did. When I saw this morning that four of my most Devoted Devoteds and Favorite Favorites had read and “liked” my Memorial to Ethan, I felt a rush of love.

Why? The Likes meant these people endured the discomfort and read all the way down to the Like button. And by Liking, they agreed to my request to hold Ethan’s memory for a moment, so I could regain my breath.

Breath is life, friends. As the unwounded soldier helps the wounded, so your kindly presence returned air to my lungs.

By letting me SPREAD MY PAIN, you saved me. You earned the 💜, and I’ll be the one pinning it on you at the ceremony.

Grace, Bogdan, DirtySciFiBuddhah, and Andrea:

Thank you. You’re Everything.

Saturday Night

Looking good.
Hot bubble bath, squeaked clean.
Lotioned, hydrated, and soft-to-touch.
Long dark eyelashes.
Red painted lips.
Little black dress.
Dangling earrings.
Gleaming hair.
Shining eyes.
Wicked smile.
Longing heart.
Pummeled soul.
Throbbing pulse.

If I drive over,
Will you let me in?

Better yet:
Will you let me leave?

Jennifer Is:

A. Clever, charming, charismatic, playful-but-deep, beautiful, intelligent, magnetic, and extremely generous.

B. Emotionally desperate, physically-ravaged, profoundly traumatized, mentally unstable, financially ruined, damaged beyond repair, fatally flawed, and utterly irredeemable. Also: she brags about herself (see A, above).

C. Who really cares about B, anyway?