A bark with bite…
19 Wednesday Feb 2020
19 Wednesday Feb 2020
02 Sunday Feb 2020
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The roar of the culvert spewing forth the runoff, raging like the internal and external storms of the night previous, temporarily assuages my tinnitus and pressure addled brain, with this other, din. I walk on leaving the culvert behind, and, with the relentless vengeance of the intruders in my body, they cut anew; the razor-sharp edges of my current reality and I wonder: why I still choose to live this wounded and broken, life(?). Parker, Dorothy that is, in all her glory and folly calls on me, again, to live another day for while increasingly troublesome, my vision endeavors to see, that “cherry bough gone white with Spring,” and so I walk on, desperately seeking; the next “prettiest, thing.” ~Marcela: not done yet, according to Parker anyway. 02, 02, 2020
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06 Monday Jan 2020
One of the greatest things I have learned in the course of my entanglement with the Sailor, is that true intimacy, and anything even resembling love, of any quality or depth, in any kind of relationship, cannot, absolutely cannot, be about ownership, or the expectation of filling other’s voids, needs, even.
~Marcela.
His language is a little more flowery than I am generally fond of, but he was a very, very wise man, I’ve been reading him since I was a kid, but only relatively recently, come to appreciate, understand, his teachings:
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond[age] of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
-Khalil Gibran

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23 Monday Dec 2019
On the 11th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper 10 Leaping Chippendales 9 bombshells dancing 8 old-maid starter seeds 7 plastic seas a floating 6 geezers laying (down) 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree ~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 23, 2019 Photo Credit (edited-M.Y.M.): https://2big2fall.wordpress.com/trump-sheep-one-e/
22 Sunday Dec 2019
On the 10th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 10 Leaping Chippendales 9 bombshells dancing 8 old-maid starter seeds 7 plastic seas a floating 6 geezers laying (down) 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree ~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 22, 2019
21 Saturday Dec 2019
On the 9th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 9 bombshells dancing 8 old-maid starter seeds 7 plastic seas a floating 6 geezers laying (down) 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree ~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 21, 2019 Photo credit: Atomic Bombshells https://www.thestranger.com/events/41781863/ the-atomic-bombshells-injadore-a-burlesque-valentine
20 Friday Dec 2019
On the 8th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 8 old-maid starter seeds 7 plastic seas a floating 6 geezers laying (down) 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 19, 2019
19 Thursday Dec 2019
On the 7th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 7 plastic seas a floating 6 geezers laying (down) 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree ~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 19 , 2019
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18 Wednesday Dec 2019
On the 6th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 6 geezers laying (down) 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 18 , 2019
17 Tuesday Dec 2019
On the 5th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 5 golden thongs 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 17, 2019
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16 Monday Dec 2019
On the 4th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 4 cat-calls 3 French fry gift gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 16, 2019
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15 Sunday Dec 2019
On the 3rd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 3 French fry gift cards 2 xmas turtle pics and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree ~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 15, 2019
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14 Saturday Dec 2019
On the 2nd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me, 2 xmas turtle pics and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 14, 2019.
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13 Friday Dec 2019
On the 1st day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me, a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities December 13, 2019.
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11 Monday Nov 2019

Flying a Cherry-Blossom Flag on Remembrance Day
What a misguided world… Someone else’s suffering cannot buy our freedom, bombing and terrorizing other countries/cultures cannot bring peace.
I do not argue that people like Hitler and Tojo need(ed) to be stopped, but war is an every day thing now. We have actively engaged/supported WW III for many, many years.
Weaponized peace-keeping is an oxymoron at best and a travesty at worst, and most of the world’s ongoing and newly erupting wars are still about what war has always been about: ethnicity, religion, and greed; the quest for resources, whether life sustaining like water, or ‘deemed’ valuable (fossil fuels etc) by modern economic systems, driven by political structures and power mongers in industry, who pull politician’s puppet strings.
When someone chooses to go into ‘service,’ especially in this day and age of voluntary service, they choose. Operative word. Just like I chose human services. Also a ‘front line.’ I am traumatized daily by the level of disregard for people, their basic human dignity, rights and needs, people just like you and me.
So those who choose the military, get no more and no less respect/gratitude from me, than anyone else making a living doing what they have chosen to do. It was not all those service men who died in WW I or WW II who bought our ‘freedom,’ it was a couple of nuclear bombs dropped on the ‘every day’ people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
And before you jump down my throat, know that my heart bleeds for all of them who gave up their lives or lost everything in the great wars of the past, and those of today. My own father gave up his life as the result of a political battle, so that my mother, brother and I could live in a ‘democracy.’
My heart bleeds for all of us, daily. And for today, I choose to ‘fly’ a Cherry Blossom Flag, instead.
~Marcela: Cherry Blossoms Flying High
November 11, 2019
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Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Commentaries: On what matters to me, In the Service of Other Humans