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I did it again. I have been formerly suspended from an online selling site. Others sometimes perceive what I consider fun as pornographic. When did bondage become illegal? Oh well. It was bound to happen. I go along and I think I am following all of the holier-than-thou rules and WHAP! I get chopped off at the knees. “You nasty bitch…LEAVE!”
Two online artist’s groups have contacted me about joining in. I can’t do it. I would mess up and a tiny infraction would get me ousted. Or I would start to sell lots of my heart (interesting Freudian slip) and then they would send me anonymous hate letters about how my art sucks and I should leave because I am shit.
Back in high school I was really good in gym. I aced most things, but on my report card a “D” would appear with this note: insubordination, refuses to wear regulation attire.
No way was I going to wear that navy blue one-piece thing. I took the hit instead.
So you see that I couldn’t be in any outfit-wearing profession like nurse or cop or McDonald’s. And I would be in high hell in the military. That wouldn’t just be a problem with the uniform. AWOL, the brig, and court marshal…I would own all of those things.
Staying out of trouble is difficult. I’m never been in jail though, so I am A-OK.
I am thinking there may be a fine line between prison and freedom. I think that a lot of people in prison may believe they were strumming right along on their banjo when Wham! Handcuffs appeared. Well, that is unless they did something premeditated. In that case you are simply a rotten felon.
I’m going to get the opportunity to see if this is true. I have been bartering art (two pieces in two years, so far) with a prisoner. I had admired an outsider piece featuring a Cubist Richard Gere and Jodie Foster as a couple with a HUGE rainbow clown looking at them. My friend said he had bartered for it, so I piped up with, “I’ll do it too!” We traded a painting last year and another just a month ago. The conguy is very particular about who his swaps with and about how often he does it. Me? I barter off my art like they are crackers. Saltines, anyone?
Anyway, this felonguy is going back into prison and he has asked our go-between friend if I would be willing to meet him. I said yes because I don’t know any genuine felons. The meeting would be at a cookout at my friend’s house. Seems safe enough. I wonder if he got into trouble back in high school too?
Now I am thinking about freedom and I need to sing out its praises.
Here’s how freedom works:
Less security=more freedom, More security=less freedom. You have to make a choice. And you can’t pick the middle because that is like where the Yuppies reside. They have neither security, nor freedom. They are chained to corporate toe-the-line 60-hour-a-week jobs and they LOVE making rules because they are fearful people. Material goods also quite easily appease them. The word “cubicle” really translates to “prison”, prison of the body, prison of the mind. You are NOT the company you work for. That was just brainwashing.
I like the restless people, the ones on the edge, the ones who are watching what the government is doing, the ones who don’t want to end up showing a visa to travel from state-to-state. I vote for freedom. Give me the open road.
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You would think that if you had two monstrous power towers right next to your property that you would always have power. Nope. That power must be destined for someone else. A five-hour power outage last night was driving me nuts. How the hell did authors like the wordy Ben Franklin write in candlelight? And how slooooooooow is pencil on paper? No music. No teevee. No computer. No water. Can’t open the fridge too much. Can’t call anyone because of the electricity in the air. Can’t leave because you might get looted. Can’t sleep because you have too much free-floating energy. I could only come up with one thing to do. No hunk though. And solo…well that takes all of two seconds. So I just watched the storm rage and made up stories. I wish it had been my Pearl night.
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Last thing:
Over in the section where the power towers go through there is also a gas pipeline. Supposedly it comes down all of the way from Alaska. Early winter they began putting another pipeline through (they are still working on it) and we have an oil president and vice president. Do you think that had anything to do with this project?
So far, so good. The bill to start drilling in the Alaskan Wilderness was voted down. But the oil boys are getting ready to ship, so watch out. Republicans don’t spend that kind of money on any project without getting some return.
Save The World. Save Your Mother.
