Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts
15 November 2013
12 November 2013
06 November 2013
02 November 2013
Police: Woman in coma after illegal injections
http://www.whlt.com/
*more here*
ezs note: Let's see... what do I say... no matter how much you want them, don't go near these
GOOD FOR NOTHING, VERMINOUS, CROOKS!!! See a reputable doctor instead.
There. I think I've made myself clear.
*more here*
ezs note: Let's see... what do I say... no matter how much you want them, don't go near these
GOOD FOR NOTHING, VERMINOUS, CROOKS!!! See a reputable doctor instead.
There. I think I've made myself clear.
16 October 2013
Pruett gets probation in Appleton park attack
http://wtaq.com/
*more here*
ezs note: Seriously, ya gotta see the Appleton mug shot of this guy.
Suffice it to say that I won't be looking for him on "America's Greatest Thinkers".
*more here*
ezs note: Seriously, ya gotta see the Appleton mug shot of this guy.
Suffice it to say that I won't be looking for him on "America's Greatest Thinkers".
23 April 2013
poetry #1
Entries such as these have been rare for me since my stroke. Last week, I picked up a volume entitled "Modern American Poetry". I've really dug the poems, but most especially those of Lyn Hejinian, whose stream-of-consciousness poetics struck a chord for me. No, not every one will like this. If stream-of-consciousness really suit your style,well, seek another poet. But if you like Lyn, I hope you'll like this too. Enjoy! (PS - feel free to lend your thoughts in the "comments" section.)
(#1)
The soil did not stand; it blew away. Last night I turned, nuzzled your roughening cheek. The things I knew, I do not know. It is time. I insert the token into the T. Let the game be Monopoly. The music is played upon a viola. There is no sound. The woman from Spain swung her maracas about. Stubby fields bind but do not break. He cast aside the thronE. A poem writ large and confusing. His pubic hair rests between my fingers, gently. We are comfortable, lying near the dune. The Appalachian mountains are high, forbidding. We are alone. The feet of the tiny dogs go clickclackclickclackclickclack. My pocketbook was laying about. A silver earring came off, laying next to me. How many miles is it to Traherne? My knees ache and scar from your mounting of me. The sparrow's wings are so lovely. Sorry, sir, your money has no value here. Swords drawn, we fought the wild fauna. The bartender gave a cup to the tired man. The name others gave me is not the name I gave to myself. The trees, the knotty ones, are set to be cut down. We rub each other, gasping. My head arches back, digging into the old Indian blanket. A ghost comes near to me, smiling. We peer far ahead, seeing a tiny empty church. The rain starts as mist, ends as torrential downpour. His arms touch my shoulderblades. It is love. Or not. Either way, I am sated, sated.
*ezs*
(#1)
The soil did not stand; it blew away. Last night I turned, nuzzled your roughening cheek. The things I knew, I do not know. It is time. I insert the token into the T. Let the game be Monopoly. The music is played upon a viola. There is no sound. The woman from Spain swung her maracas about. Stubby fields bind but do not break. He cast aside the thronE. A poem writ large and confusing. His pubic hair rests between my fingers, gently. We are comfortable, lying near the dune. The Appalachian mountains are high, forbidding. We are alone. The feet of the tiny dogs go clickclackclickclackclickclack. My pocketbook was laying about. A silver earring came off, laying next to me. How many miles is it to Traherne? My knees ache and scar from your mounting of me. The sparrow's wings are so lovely. Sorry, sir, your money has no value here. Swords drawn, we fought the wild fauna. The bartender gave a cup to the tired man. The name others gave me is not the name I gave to myself. The trees, the knotty ones, are set to be cut down. We rub each other, gasping. My head arches back, digging into the old Indian blanket. A ghost comes near to me, smiling. We peer far ahead, seeing a tiny empty church. The rain starts as mist, ends as torrential downpour. His arms touch my shoulderblades. It is love. Or not. Either way, I am sated, sated.
*ezs*
10 April 2013
19 March 2013
12 February 2013
09 February 2013
29 January 2013
23 November 2012
23 October 2012
19 September 2012
Another Trans Woman Murdered and Mutilated in Brazil - DIANE ANDERSON-MINSHALL - http://www.advocate.com
*more here*
ezs note: This is... appalling. One person is slain every 36 hours. Please, if you live in Brazil, or if you go there for vacation or business, and you saw what happened, report it to the police IMMEDIATELY!
Also, tell your representative in Congress this record is beyond reprehensible. Personally, I think the Olympic Games should not be held there until the police do a MUCH better job.
I hope you agree.
ezs note: This is... appalling. One person is slain every 36 hours. Please, if you live in Brazil, or if you go there for vacation or business, and you saw what happened, report it to the police IMMEDIATELY!
Also, tell your representative in Congress this record is beyond reprehensible. Personally, I think the Olympic Games should not be held there until the police do a MUCH better job.
I hope you agree.
15 September 2012
28 August 2012
19 August 2012
18 August 2012
12 August 2012
14 May 2012
Transgender Woman Killed in Suspicious Fire in Brooklyn (http://www.advocate.com)
*more here*
This fire has been labeled suspicious by the FDNY. Please, if you know anything, call the New York Police Department immediately!! Please call 1-800-577-TIPS . Also, take a look at the picture. This may help. Don't let this troll get away!!
This fire has been labeled suspicious by the FDNY. Please, if you know anything, call the New York Police Department immediately!! Please call 1-800-577-TIPS . Also, take a look at the picture. This may help. Don't let this troll get away!!
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