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Random notes:
A woman in Tennessee tried to kill her husband with black window spiders. He says, "Oh honey I love you. I don't care if you tried to kill me. Kiss me right now!"
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A demon man was preying on women on the south side of Chicago. He tried to attack another woman and neighborhood men chased him down and beat the hell out of him. Maybe if more men did that the demon men would all kill themselves and women would be safe.
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A four-hour drive, a trunk full of presents, platters of fudge and bags of app-making foodstuff in bags on the back seat...hell I am feeling so good I bought one of those crazee Santa hats! Don't burst my bubble...existential winter is in remission!!!!!! art girl 11:25 AM
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Let me preface this with the fact that I am NOT delirious! Over the last 3 days I saw horses kissing, not once but 3 times. Different horses in different locations. I swear it is true. It was a most beautiful sight!
Seeing horses out in pasture, just two alone on a hill, isn't rare here. I live in horse country. Yet I have never seen them kiss. Not even when I was a tadpole taking riding lessons.
Today I tried to take a picture of the last two, but they had moved by the time I turned the car around. I still took a shot...two beautiful paint geldings. (Which means they weren't exactly boys or girls, if you know what I mean.) Anyway I was about 50 feet from the horses and snap! the click of my camera spooked them. Horses are so sensitive.
It makes me think of Roxanne, my trainer, telling me to always look in the direction you want to go since the horse can tell which way you are looking. That thought still amazes me.
I do know that Mighty could sense me coming into the barn before he could even see me. I would hear him whinny and I swear he would smile when he saw me. He was very into nuzzling. The carrots probably helped too. Ha!
I wish I had a pic of the way the decorated his stall door. It was an amazing collage of beads and drawings and pics and flowers and ribbons and lovehearts. I added to it each lesson. Wish I had a new pic of Mighty too. Ooops that might be a needful wish S King-style, so no thanx. Wish I had a pic of kissing horses though! art girl 9:07 PM
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I spent 8 hours down in the city on Saturday. I gathered images...bridges, cement canyons, screaming fire engines, a German festival in Daley Plaza under the eyes of the Picasso, the Christmas windows at Fields, trees swathed in Christmas lights, the opening mouth of Lake Michigan along Lake Shore Drive, the Hancock wearing a turban of clouds, running over a bridge crossing the Chicago River, the fierce cold wind piercing my skin through my long black leather coat, jets coming into O'hare, the warm butterscotch voice of the Jamacian parking lot attendant, the heaving of the vaulted sidewalks, and a man wandering around in my mind.
Last night I tried to catch up on my sleep. Instead I was tormented. I kept hearing a clock alarm ringing. I woke up again and again and again. My friend A-man says it was a wake-up call. Do you know about the beauty of sea anemones? They are exquisite, living at the bottom of the sea, swaying in the current. I wonder if they sting. art girl 11:43 AM
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Color? Does It Count? Last night I gave a dinner party for my art pals. I bought KFC and changed the color of everything. Gravy became blue, mashed potatoes pink, coleslaw transformed to bright orange, and I sprayed the biscuits purple. It all looked rather attractive on the sideboard. No one ate any of it except the chicken which I didn't mess with :( H told me that he once heard of Alfred Hitchcock's similar food experiment. He (AH) invited a large group of peeps to a steak dinner. Then he had the lights in the chandeliers changed to blue. The lights made the steak look moldy. No one took a bite. So see color does matter.
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MERMAID ALERT: Hi Sailor!!! You could show up on my doorstep and have 3 eyes and 19 ears and it wouldn't matter. The fishhooks have gone too deep. *gasp*
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Cookie dough baked long and slow makes a soft cookie. The same dough cooked fast at a higher temperature makes a crisp cookie. I like the second one. New flavors are aroused by the intense heat, and the texture feels better in my mouth. 6559603">12:41:10 PM
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Different people make one feel differently.When you find one that makes you feel good, it is very difficult to give that up, even if a strange sideshow comes along with it.
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Dream # 387,476,109H
I’m in a store and I see a clear cellophane bag of live snakes packed in excelsior. They are brightly colored, red, orange, blue, green, and yellow, always with a contrasting black stripe. I am afraid of snakes, but I know I need to buy the snakes. It is a test of fear, I think. They will help me.
So I pick up the bag of snakes between my thumb and forefinger and place it on the counter. I ask the salesperson, an older woman, “Do you have other snakes?’ The ones in the bag on the counter are all the same size, in both width and length.
She shows me a big bag of various sized snakes, huge boa constrictors and little racers and everything in between. They are all brightly colored too! “I’ll take them. They are beautiful.” I tell the woman knowing full well that I am very afraid of all of the snakes. I wonder how I will get them out of the bags. I wonder what they eat. How the hell will I clean their cage?
While she is busy retrieving a large fish tank from a back room, the snakes’ prospective home, I see a shiny black robotic thing zipping back-and-forth across the shop floor. It is shaped like the Starship Enterprise (kinda, it flares out like a kite). It can’t talk. It is more like Zippo Marx, you know the Marx Brother that just whistles. It frenetic and I start to laugh because I know it’s movements and sounds are the equivalent of a human jumping up and down, waving, running back-and-forth, shouting “Pick me! Pick me! Hey don’t forget me!”
Right then the woman walks out with the fish tank and I tell her, “I’ll take him too.” Pointing to the U.S.S. Enterprise robot.
She says, “Okay. I’ll clean him up for you.” In a few minutes she returns. The robot has turned into a fluffy, kinda scruffy white dog! I smile so big. The woman adds, “He hardened up over the years.”
“I guess.”
That’s it. I walk out of the store with my new snakes and my new dog.
(Oddly, every dream I remember has two parts. Must be due to my Gemini split brain malfunction disease. Ha!)
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The way a person moves is very individual. Some attract more light than others. And all taste vastly different from one another. Nice, isn't it?
