Chapter 109: "Push the Process."

Black mold; The stuff of nightmares; Being accident prone; "Aliens" and "Predators;" "Ghost of the Robot;" Pushing the process when it comes to writing; Much thanks and love to you all for making me feel a bit better; The astoundingly talented Lynn Marston, who you can find on Etsy at her shop "TheDeadDance": https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheDeadDance on 01/2/2014 and whose work you can view at: http://my.hgtv.com/halloween-ideas/Indoor-and-Outdoor-Decorations/Halloween-Dinning-Room/detail.esi?oid=9276688; The amazingly awesome (yes, I can use that word-I am old enough) Anastasia Holt of "MadAsAHatterCreation" who you can find on Etsy at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MadAsAHatterCreation; Shout outs to "Rae and Craig Enslin. Craig is an artist who does custom designs, he goes by the name Robert Quill, and Rae is he equally talented wife who makes BEAUTIFUL cameo jewelry called Kreepsakes;" A final shout out to "ProxyPrints" who make rocking t-shirts on Etsy at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ProxyPrints; Good friend and excellent writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Lots of love to all of you and thank you!!!! :)

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Passing the night........

spiral
why wait
this is
the perfect time
to carry out
our plan
walk
down the stairs
everything
will be
waiting for you
in infinity.

punish
the quiet
feels good now
object to object
portion drawn
this cold feast
save the richest
for last
and hang them
high in
the meadow
where there
is no god.

pears in a meadow
if memory serves
I've never been
enough
you retreated
often
and without fail
limiting me
to what used to
appear as your charms
but now I know
all of what
you spoiled
glen after glen.

last times
put your arms
around me
draw me in
tight
press your lips
upon mine
the chill
from the room
empty
i carry your coat
across the floor
tighten my dance shoes
and twirl once more.

charlie
there isn't a call
a complete speech
of servitude
for all
there is just
me lass
walking crooked
down the hall
grab me a drink
a scotch if you
would please
and follow
me in
for the story
of yer life
after the fire's dead
and the sot fallen
from the heart
of my child's bed
I'll tiptoe through
the sparrow and
fall down
near supper
in that old
swamp water ground
send me your postcards
of all your plans
and feats
and trophies
just the same
I'll share them
with those rebels
without a heaven
without a hell
who emptied
their pockets
soared straight
from Big Sur
into turbulent waters
waving back
and laughing
settling into the wet
and sticky sand
and slide in'
pouring feet
first
I never saw
him hold his breath
that day
we told him not
to do it
but he walked away
flipping his tie
into the Atlantic
and gaining speed
towards his destination
unknown by all
who rose that day
to their computer
screens
but he had made
the right choice
the wind is high
tonight the world
is a factory
running like a
skill
running like a
blueprint set a'flame
have you eaten yet?
he asks
she shakes her head
do you like Korean?
I never had it before-
I'll have to trust you-
he smiles
with the upper hand
given to him
by the departure
of a great man
someone to whom he
depended upon.
The train
comes at five
best be on it
watch the
empty seat
through the window
that is your
window
that is your
seat
there ain't nobody
to make you
stop now
run for the seat
and protect the
bursting delight
of the moon.

Nip
multi-wheat bread
peanut butter
butter slightly softened
tea
touching the tip
of your tongue
on cold winter nights
when all we had
all we ever have
are each other
this is
the quiet
and still
it is
the beat
of my
heart
and all
complexities
along
its path
stirring
in sugar
the drum
clicks
hard and slow
as if a pin
the spoon
settles down
on granite
I do not hear
it drop
only
the whisper
of my name
pleasant
and placed
takes me
far removed
towards droves
of trees
pressed pine
ears to
the ground
slumber before
the day breaks
silk.

bank
Place
that which is
delicate
into a bowl
I'll wait
time means nothing
for me
I do not
grow old
and wrinkled
I stay
the same
as now
take
your time
and think
what makes
you happy
draw from
those memories
of long ago
I see them now
once you were smiling
and it was
not filled
with caution
you were happy
it meant something
to you
to close
your eyes
and whisper
something
beautiful
creature comforts
the warmest
of days
pass
wink
and
grin
laugh
I'll protect
what you have
I'll keep
this bowl
safe
it shall never
break
I'll remember
when you need
to look through it
again
lost soul
stuck in a maze
of lush green
grass
and pointed
pits of
delicate flowers
I'll know
when
the door needs
to be opened
to flood
it all back in
bitter bite
drip
drop
soar
I promise
to keep
your home
strong
to believe
more than
you will
to hold your
hand
until the moment
passes
and then to
release
again.

Pick
humility-kindness-revolution
friendship-look-only me-book-bloke-adore-adore
Beacon-adorn
beautiful-ugly
pretty-stepsisters
honor-pride
peace-hope
sweetness-sweet-sink-ness
pink-polka dot
blue-book-look
xox-yellow-zero-uterus-violin-wipe
Just
sink-baking
stove-dearest
settle-simmer
baby-dear-stir
about-battle-ice-pulse
girl-hobbit-nope-oxygen
joke-queen
kid-rise
lame-two
move-star
two-wipe

cement
morning
quiet and perched
the lepers
have no fear
they climb
the walls
investigate the crime
of touch
before the fingers
meet
before the heat
stink in the mess
of old fabric
placed lips
in lies

hide
beware
monsters live here
they hide
with their
wide eyes
and calm
perspectives
they climb walls
and cut chains
their fingers
claws
keeping time
of what most forgot
how small
life seems
blink down
close your eyes.

Sea
I dream of you
now
your eyes
pouring blue
pebbles in a pond
the fish
press their fins
to the top
I am never there
I am never here
only a memory
of what once was
soft and secret
a clue left
in a field
of gold daisies
in a broken patch
of wild
green
spoken for
by no one
alone
swept by
the current
waiting for
your ship
to return

space
alone
the breaking
I wonder
what is wrong
-me-with no one
to place
their arms about me
to touch me
in the growing cold
I made the rain
white walls
that fall
into empty seasons
picking peaches
with machine
made hands
I crawl
on the ground
and begin
to search
for life
why am I
so hard
to love?
playing at noon
bend
and
cross
how often
the moon
agrees
that I am
lost to this
pink
give me
sleep
blink
give me
rest.

protect
how do I call
what makes
me ache
human only
never perfect
treats me kindly
press that
which you hold dear
to your open heart
and shout
it to the rooftops
summer
will start again

curse
it only
beats now
every minute
as if
it is waiting
to stop
peaches
set in stone
sweet blocks
of frozen miracles
how soon
we forget
the sadness
that fights
and feeds
against the wall
wants move everything
cripple him
beat him down.

rapture
how full
be us lovers
in the moment
before the
night ends
of talk
and whispers sweet
of faint
I love you's
and grand gestures
of forget me not's
and kissed lips
sore to the touch
haunt me
let these nights
go wild
with abandon
and furious
recklessness
sparkle in
my eyes
like no other
ever in my sight
so that
in my darkest hour
I will draw
from the memories
of you
and smile once more
before the hands of death
take me
and make me-his.

enemies
be patient
there are sharp eyes
drifting in bowls
like fruit
how quick
and nimble
they pretend
to be
the feast
of crows
break bread
with the devil
on nights
such as these
when the wind
whips harsh
at my window
and plays
with my hair
oh yes
burn all memories
burn them down
shut their eyes
and gore them out
with a sharp stick
beat them
until they are dead
and all
that remains
is the
charred flesh
of their
silent hearts.

closed
how deep
do I dream
from the fear
of you.

cleaver
clever
cut crippled
cut cornered
there is no mercy
in the bright
light of day

storm
Flower
stream
wide
the devil lies
quick
cross
the field dear
grab my hand
there's no fear

high
nestled in
these dreams
hunt
cradle blood
built on
destruction

pending
pull
places
over
swim
in the moon
huddle
close

Chapter 108: "I'm proud of my Geekdom."

Happy Holidays to one and all; Explaining the rest of the hospital story; Gift giving-which means receiving more books, which I don't really need but want; For the love of all things "Spike;" Talking about my "suicidal tendencies"-I am perfectly fine most of the time; If you're in Phoenix, Arizona and want something yummy to eat check out the "Spoke and Wheel" at: http://spokeandwheeltavern.com/; The sweet and delightful Martha De Montanaro Hoyo & Yannick Savard of the Etsy shop
"LindaMunequita
Meaningful jewelry"-check out their very personal jewelry collection at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/LindaMunequita and listen to this podcast for a special coupon to use in their shop; Two of my favorite shops: "AnamCaraGifts" and "RedDeerGrove," which are both run by the extraordinary mother and daughter team Sherry and Laura and their fabulous fragrances which I could literally swim in-check them out at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AnamCaraGifts and https://www.etsy.com/shop/RedDeerGrove; Dear friend and fantastic writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Traveling around the world; "We, James;" Much thanks for listening!!!!! :)

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Chapter 107: "Suicide Watch."

Fame; Realizing that you are the writer from "Sinister;" Being the antithesis of beauty; Ugly from age five; Would I replace myself, and become a "surrogate;" going into that suicidal place; Forgetting to tell the story about the hospital(for next time;) Being afraid of death-except if I am becoming a vampire; Dogs barking; Being a wimp; Medication; The talented and precise Kate Striepen of "katestriepenjewelry," where one can find "handmade Chainmaille, Gemstone and Crystal Jewelry" at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/katestriepenjewelry; Find the magnificent Elise and her Etsy shop "KerfuffleLipBalms"-get her products before they go HUGE which they will-they are awesome at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/KerfuffleLipBalms; The amazing Ira Ochacher and his "death metal fest" ("Florida Death Fest 2014") on Saturday March 22nd at Club Vision; My wonderful friend and writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Working on issue six of "We, James;" Happy Holidays to all and much love to you and yours!!!!!! :)..<3

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For...........

Fish

I wish for you

more than

the beating 

of my own heart

or the rise

and fall

of my lungs

in mid breath

staring into 

your eyes

I realize

the purpose

to everyone

and

to everything

I surround myself

with the beauty

that are your arms

and nestle 

into a dark kingdom.

pauses

those desperate

(for claws)

root out

the flesh laid still

vulnerable in flight

their wings cut crisp

burning eyes

so careless

a creation

the gasps of air

fill

and 

flood

in a panic

recognized

only as 

sleep

sheep

fall.

Copy

mimicking

your movements

your voice

in my head

that slight accent

the choices 

of your words

make me gather

my sinking heart

and pull it ashore

from the wind

swept currents

there isn't

enough time

to say everything

to do everything

to be with

always

in the midst

of this

our restless world

Moby

I regret nothing

only hope

to see

to feel

to hear

the pounding

of your 

(amazing)

heart

typing furiously 

in my head

tell me all

everything

I have the 

rest of my life

to learn

teach me until

the great white 

whale

springs from the sea

Sessions

quick

(run)

short

(fast)

hindering

(on the pace)

lips racing

do what

you will

Attend

All seen 

is forgiven

a clean slate

of dew

on a rotten apple

core

dug out

worm crushed

companion

(loved)

Coats

closing

(off into the darkness)

(off)(into) (the)(cold)

(warm)(Dark)

picked up

with kindness

and kept

at the foot

of the bed

where with baited breath

waits for possibilities

of love-desire-

provide me your hands

so that you

may hold

my heart

in the cold

to your chest

Lace

How

sliding down

one shoulder

my blade

nestled in skin

the bone 

exposed

to you

careful 

fingertips

gentle to 

the touch

intimacy brought

by the linking 

of fingers

kiss to sleep

shine

A

how I want

to write 

your name

like a schoolgirl

with a crush

all over my 

notebooks

press deep

into the fabric

of caution

and tear away

what is left

of my fear

expose that

nerve

brush

how the taste

makes 

me smile

the hours (Hours)

over 

and 

over

upon the 

white 

taken in

by that smile

turned over

softly

and 

slowly

and 

gently

the rush 

in my veins

fire now

as sparks

begin to flood

my brain

and the world

secretly comes

to an end.

progress

the fragile

habitat

that is

pale 

freckles

curls or cut

short

to explore

and define

bone structure

and silence

the smallest

of beats

make a song

STAGE

banished

and beat down

climbing into

the safe haven

of a warm bed-

It's only now

with things like this-

that I don't care-

(here, I lost my ability

to care years ago)-

the end is recycling itself

making motions

unpleasant

and now

we

play the part

it can't be all me

I haven't even learned

my lines.

Fossil

inside these ringlets

of truth

a shadow

prevails (prevails)

something sharp

brought down

in anger

the steam 

from a ship

ever present

in the air

of restless abandon

the stuff of legends

they will talk

and spread

like phantoms 

and no one

will take shelter

in the storm.

waiting

underneath the surface

a stone

set in glass

underneath the wiry dirt

a picture frame

buried

underneath a rocky surface

cold

from the heat

silver iodine

salt set in oranges

suck and sway

the carnival ride begins

and all those who enter

flee

underneath a timeless 

snow

wield

can you see

the streets

empty?

the clouds

have departed 

now-

against the 

roots and bulbs

becoming to 

be born 

ti become 

what they 

were meant 

to be

a slaughter

for the queen

coal

i dug

a hole

and climbed

down inside

until my knuckles

were raw

and bleeding

i did not call 

for help

to ease the pain

i only surrendered 

to my agony

and what i thought

was lost

fell back

into my hands

again

wrestle

settle

d

o

w

now

    a

    r

    married

           n

            t

        b oots

                a

                 n

                   dreams 

                              o

Gate

Do you always know?

strip the wood down bare it clean

free eyes cold and dead

handcuffs

pull off the layers

and tell me

what you see

rocked down

in the baby blue

and damaged eyes

set stars

their nails broken

and cracked

why pursue

?

get me

a green light

to flood the town

to empty all of our

crucial dreams into

the sea 

and 

sink.

sunset

the beauty (?)

that flies away

into small discs

into the center

of the sky

to shoot now

and to 

ask questions later

please don't go

near the old bridge

the blood is never

dry

this time of year

and they'll be looking 

for another

to move silently

before

the day breaks.

Crush

caught up

on silk thread

beating

battled

an excuse

for the crime

lock up

seal up

Beware

there is no rejoicing 

here

to the poor 

and the pitiful

help is on 

its way

guidance to 

change the

world

it is dawn

here now

as I slip

into bed

the weary 

wanderer

(wonder)

playing 

with time

crushed.

Chapter 106: "On the risk of being omnipotent."

Fate: represented by the area of dialogue in the original horror movie "Halloween;" Being vulnerable; The several stages of writing, and of the audience; Turing cynicism into good thoughts; Memories of my father-tap dancing on a tile floor, etc; Butterflies and lost souls; Looking for that best friend; Listening in on conversations-being a people watcher; Reading from "The Human Voice" by Anne Karpf; The cool and Gothic Nina Pitocco and her store "NiNiAndTone" which you can find at Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/NiNiAndTone, instagram ninapitocco, and find at the RI store "White Light Books" in Cranston-listen for a coupon code for her store for 15% off; Also, check out "AdornmentsbyDebbie" for some beautiful and unique designs on Etsy as well-and you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AdornmentsbyDebbie, facebook.com/AdornmentsbyDeb, TWITTER: AdornmentsbyDeb, PINTEREST:
http://pinterest.com/debbie_2011, and latest shop on Etsy: "Debs Closet Treasures," which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/people/debsclosettreasures; Awesome friend and writer Jimmy Reed at "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Happy Holidays to all of you and your loved ones!!!!-And as always: Thank you for listening!!!!! :)...<3

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Chapter 105: "Unfortunately, art is subjective."

Happy Friday the 13th Everyone!!!-(recorded on Friday the 13th;) Art is subjective; Having harsh critics; Developing a thick skin; Sending off many thanks for the supporting messages, and e-mails; Putting my heart into everything that I do; Being told that I "scribble" (years ago;) Supporting fellow podcast "The Radio Adventure
Club" (Ryan Scott and Mr. A.M. Rogers, who you can check out and support at: radioadventureclub.com, facebook.com/RadioAdventureClub, and find at: Twitter@Radio_Adventure-They have "new episodes every Monday;" I have so many words for this next interview: warm, witty, wonderful, sweet, talented, inspiring, and awesome in every way
Síle Murphy and her Etsy shop "UrthForged" in which she creates "sensual. earthy. eclectic. organic. body jewelry" and you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/UrthForged, www.urthforged.wordpress.com, and www.bodyartforms.com; Great friend and talented writer Jimmy Reed, and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Always open to being contacted through abnormalentertainment.com; Much love to you all and many thanks for listening!!!! :)

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Chapter 104: "Do what you love, even if it scares the shit out of you."

The first issue of "We, James" is ready for submission-Sending it out everywhere I can; Being afraid of being "normal" and losing out on what you love; Changing ideas of love throughout the years; Watching "Stranger than Fiction" and realizing a few things (including the death toll of my characters-who am I Josh Whedon or Karen Eiffel and how many Harold Crick's have I had over the years?); A short story of mine being published; The sweet and sincerely talented Krista Joy and her art dolls, which you can find on her Etsy shop "ButtonBoxGifts" at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ButtonBoxGifts and at her website: www.kristajoy.co.uk.; The funny and amazing artist Nicholas Ivins which you can find on Etsy at his shop "NicholasIvins" (which happens to be empty now because he is attending art shows,) but you can find him at: www.nicholasivins.com and on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nicholas-Ivins-Art-Illustration/377899685634935 and on
Tumblr, Instagram, DeviantArt, and Flickr; Plus, take advantage of the wonderful coupon code that Nicholas has offered that you can only get by listening to this chapter; "Notions of the Damned" with writer and friend the extraordinary Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" An up and coming "job" interview and much love to all of you!!!! :)...<3

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Brand new......

Tattoo
There are angels there
amongst the ruins
closed off
from the fragile
eye
mirrors
and
paperweights
sip Earl Grey
through
wine glasses
on short
dark
foggy days
where the light
shines bright enough
to see the smile
on your face

Sugar
How I wish
for a more attentive
you
for someone
who thought
that I was
as amazing
as you are
someone
who wasn't afraid
to tell me
how he felt
or how beautiful
I was
I never stop
hoping
that this will come
true

Collect
Forget
that you
are standing
at this place
in time
Forget
that I know you
oh so many years ago
Forget
how many times you promised
or stopped
the small lies
that we tell each other
everyday
keeps our minds calm
so we can forget
that you stopped loving me
years ago
seated
at a table
on a cool night
in Autumn

Notebooks
sleep takes time
curled up
in a world
of one's own
the salt
and pepper shakers
evenly shaped and spread
out
on the neat kitchen table
the soap hand
that grabs the salt
and pours finite
on the wood
until the space is full
collapses their head
in comfort
of collecting

Save
soft
the word looks like
what it defines
the touchable
person
sweet without the sour
but i lost
the physical touch
a long time ago
before
you never looked
at me
the same
how quiet
i bleed
in this room
alone
the sinking ship
the sinking heart
falling at beats
unimaginable

Price
Turn
(the small space)
picked over
loose down
in swampy water
mud settles
to the bottom
all the unknown
keeps calm
quick
rush
against the rising tide
forget
who I am
so that you can
love me again
turn over
the fish
pour wine

Evaporate
how my heart
beats for you
not easy
not rushed
but soaring
out of the coal
swept away
by the bringer
of light
plunged
and poured
meddlesome creatures
into the warm
body of the dead
hold my hand

Disease
I am afraid
of desks
in a straight line
of ringing telephones
waiting to be
answered
of the mundane
of being lost
in normal land
of the pointless life
trickling out
of my veins
for money
per hour
please...
don't
let
me
fail.

kick
the day
and dead
holding on
when do you know
that you
are dying?
when do you
give up
and just refuse
to breath in
the air around you
to take in
anything good
when does
the point of
being alive
become lost
and you
naive
for thinking
that eventually
things will
get better
when do you
admit defeat
the battle ended
the weary
that never rose
the wave
of hope
and success
that never danced
within your bones
you were never
the best
how do you tell
yourself
when to jump
fall
cut
overdose
shoot
stop
the
pain
because
here
it comes
again
with rages
of rejection
the fallen hero
break his ribs

Shaking
Visiting
-that special place-
where nothing exists
but the air
that travels
fast and slow
the weight
of the world
breaks
crisp and clean
reborn
nestled from
an invisible
womb
to the world
a beating
heart

Cross my heart
How often
drifting
to that lonely place
where the imagination
keeps
appearing before me
the creations
my friends
and enemies
and loved ones
reminding me
to keep writing
about them
to not forget
I wave
and promise.

Engaged
cold
tingling
white walls
the cellar door
open
the clinging of glasses
warm water
from a salty rag
the sponge
wiping it all away
a hesitation to act
and then the tension
grows
first flaccid
then hard
lingering against
the rising snow

breeze
Let
the however
happen
the needless
and the want....less
remembrances
of the day
flood vision
and meander
across a broken
wilderness
where the
ragged
meet
the rough
smooth stones
of a lake
worn down
by time

poison
watchful
however merciful
wicked (are the ways)
-stealing kisses-
behind a sidewalk
bench
outlining paper dolls
their heads laying
swaying silently
in a row
stripping them if
their bond
(the unity of arms and hands)
and holding them up
against the tall fire
to burn through
before the dawn breaks

Chapter 103: "Interruptions."

Pausing and beginning again; Expectation, and how that changes with age; Trying to be patient-but, my excited nature gets the best of me most days; Three interviews: First, with Renaissance woman Amber Ily and her amazing shop on Etsy called "AmberIlysSteamcrafts"-Her pieces are lovely and she is such a talented creature-you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AmberIlysSteamcrafts, https://www.facebook.com/Amberilyssteamcrafts, https://twitter.com/Ilys_steamcraft.http://pinterest.com/ilyssteamcrafts, and http://ilylechic.blogspot.com/; Check out some of Amber's pieces: https://www.etsy.com/listing/90577294/steampunk-shadowbox-halloween-decor-lady?ref=shop_home_active and https://www.etsy.com/listing/92931794/steampunk-necklace-unisex-fleur-de-lis?ref=shop_home_active; Also, check out her boyfriend Daniel Cross, who is an amazing singer/songwriter at: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/daniel-cross-ep/id600492181; Second Interview: Divine, sweet, and inspiring artist Muriel McDonald which you can find at Etsy at both of her shops-"WatchfulCrowArts" and "Eahkee Original Outsider Art"-you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WatchfulCrowArts and https://www.etsy.com/shop/eahkee; Last, but not least the individual artist and creative mind of Brontë on Etsy at her shop "kinkajoue" which you can find at:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/kinkajoue; Amazing writer and friend Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Hoping for good news; Lots of love to you all!!!!
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Chapter 102: "Shake, Rattle, and Roll."

Epilepsy-in regards to Johnny and Corey; Writing "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Still being sick; Bargaining with yourself; Waiting for that big break; The brilliant industrial artist Tammy Frank, her Etsy shop "LittleSomethingAdded," -("A Little Something Added to your life to make it better, chic and unique!" )- which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/LittleSomethingAdded, http://twitter.com/somethingadded, http://midwestcitygal.blogspot.com/, http://www.littlesomethingadded.com/, http://pinterest.com/SomethingAdded, and
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Little-Something-Added/185663801449876; The amazing and inventive Dawn Wilkes on Etsy at her shop "DuskTillDawnsDesigns"-(much love from Dusk Till Dawn x)-which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DuskTillDawnsDesigns and at: http://stores.ebay.com/Dusk-Till-Dawns-Designs?_rdc=1; Dawn's favorite artist:
http://www.johnatkinsongrimshaw.org/; Writer Chuck Conry’s podcast "Zombies DON'T Run" which you can find at: https://www.facebook.com/zombiesdontrun; "The Four Phoenix Frida's" and up and coming events:A Frida art show at In-Power boutique in historic downtown Avondale this Sat. Dec. 7 from 5-7 in the evening and "The Arizona Craft Rave" on Sat. Dec.7 from Noon-10 in the evening; "Notions of the Damned" from awesome writer and friend Jimmy Reed; An interview with Corey about his epilepsy; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" "We, James;" 40 pounds lost; Lots of love to you all!!!!!!
P.S: Corey picked the introduction music!!!! :)

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Chapter 101: "Is it too much to ask to be a vampire?"

Vampires and all things vampire -(NO SPARKLY VAMPIRES WILL BE FOUND HERE;) Posing a question for all of you to answer-submit your answers to be to be read on the show at a later time; Spike, Richard Matheson, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Blood, etc.; Hints at "We, James;" Writing short poems for this weeks blog; The rules of "Fight Club;" Interviewing some amazing geniuses this week, beginning with Erwin List (Super sweet and open hearted husband and wife Deborah Stotzky and Erwin List Sanchez) from their Etsy shop "YogaJewelsNYC" which if you are a Yoga fan or into Yoga in any way, shape, or form...is perfect for you....and you can find them at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/YogaJewelsNYC and http://www.yogajewels.net/; The next geniuses can be found at "DukeCityUrbanArt," which you can find on Etsy as well -(Amazing and cool artwork from a total of 3 artists including the fantastic Ryder who is the owner and main canvas artist for "Duke City Urban Art")-Find them at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DukeCityUrbanArt, and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Duke-City-Urban-Art/416664521766801-also find them on Twitter and Pintrest; My dear friend and talented writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" "Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" What I am thankful for and much, much more....Love to you all and thank you!!!! :)...<3

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Passing.........

Success
whispered
into the world
the bright
yellow
ribbons
of burden
we carry
piles of rocks
up
the
long
lonely
hill
only to have
them fall
back down

Pasture
The crawl
over and over
marching towards
the deaf
the entryway
clear
of debris
clipping towards
the restless water
fingers flash
turn palm up
       palm down
crashing broken
lights before
the steam
bulbs of flowers
newly born
just waiting
to die.

Heal
the point
caught in
brisk paint
held black
and blue
over cursive
words
rambles of
(i love you).

Wings
Bring him back
across
my arms
floating in a web
of thick
gentle cotton
support the
kindness of
his heart
make peace.

Locker
kiss
the tongue
leaning
circling
over and over
hands pressed
paused
and collapsed
against waves
of schoolyard
grief
planted by
the road
seeds of
want
of need
of desire
of lust
struggling
to breath

Sunset
nerve
shot
sinking into
that deep sand
where glass grows
the twisted
leather
pulls open skin
draw your gun

Misery
Dissolved
into the heat
sink sour
rolls of air
sweet out
the guilt
in waves
of oceans
deep

Chapter 100: "Contemplating the Possibility" and/or "Was Christopher Hitchens Right?"

Our special chapter on religion and spirituality; Sharing my own personal experiences, along with Tori, Katie, and Jimmy's thoughts on the subject; SGI Chanting with my wonderful district: "The Moon Valley District;" Sharing different books on theology and religion, especially "The History of Hell" by Alice K. Turner and "God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything" by Christopher Hitchens; Being a devil's advocate; Speaking and sounding like your angel of death (since I have severe bronchitis and I had to go to the hospital the other day, where they were great accept one of the nurses blew out one of my veins putting in an IV :(; A great quote by SGI President Ikeda and another great quote by my friend and awesome writer (on a side note SGI President Ikeda is a writer too) Steve Grilliot from his book "Immolation Finale" by Stephen A. Grilliot, which you can find on Amazon, Kindle, and Barnes and Noble; Faith and Science; Being a better person; The talented, creative and ashtonishing Tonya Ring on Etsy and her shop "Tonyaringdesigns," which you can find at:https://www.etsy.com/shop/Tonyaringdesigns and at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tonya-Ring-Designs/137598022980302; The exquisite Kathy on Etsy and her shop "UncommonAlchemy," which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/UncommonAlchemy and at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Uncommon-Alchemy/384504376137; My favorite writer and friend Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Be sure to turn into the next show, which is going to be all about vampires (and, of course "myriads of thought")....Love to you all...Happy Belated Thanksgiving (for the time frame that this will come out....)....Much love to you and yours!!!!!! :)...<3

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Some short poems.

heavy

to words

i'd never

thought i'd hear

the closing piano music

at a great hall

before the lights

come back up

and try to be

normal

But, it can't be normal

ever again.

New

Ritual

wrap

tape

pack

slay

make it

across the world

empowered 

by the

raven

and its twist 

of thorns.

speak

I

Make These Words

INTO MINE

create 

life

Quick

How cruel

yet the dead can speak.

Disease

wrapping

silent

and 

slow

the pity

of mourners

remembering

why

crush

all clouds hover red

invisible waves rain down

blocked beating the sun

sleep

eager to lay

head heavy to pillow

the baying of the moon

and all cry for silence

Chapter 99

Evolving when it comes to relationships of any type; Reading my Horoscope and speaking online with a psychic; Some of the activities for the week; Getting sick (Thanks Tori-love you;) Letting Corey go to a concert alone; Hoping for success; My characters and their continual chatter; The arrival of the first issue of "We, James"-soon my children-soon-:); The wondrous art of Stephanie Villanueva on her Etsy shop "RockbellRevolution" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/RockbellRevolution; You can also find Stephanie at: RockbellRevolution.com, https://www.facebook.com/RockbellRevolution,https://www.facebook.com/StephanieVBooks, and https://www.facebook.com/madmacha; "Notions of the Damned" with the awesome writer and friend Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Submitting to the show; Getting ready for my 100th chapter; Love to you all!!!!

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Chapter 98: "Photography and other items."

Talking shop: writing and photography; Sharing my love of developing my own photographs and the smell of the chemicals-stop bath and such; Speaking about the word artist and showing humility towards your work; Hoping for a big time publisher for "We, James" and for it to become a franchise; (We are almost ready to submit the first issue for publication-everywhere;) The unique and interesting "Good witch" Rhonda at her Etsy shop "MOONSTAR7SPIRITS" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MOONSTAR7SPIRITS; The talented Monine Brocco on Etsy and her shop "moninesfaeries" (she makes wonderful art dolls) which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/moninesfaeries; Going into Chapter Two of "Channel 63" by awesome friend and writer Jimmy Reed in his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from my work "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Submitting to my 100th chapter; Shock jocks and much love to you all......Thank you!!!! :)

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Chapter 97

Changes in life; Writing new poems (l'll post them on the blog tomorrow;) The fight against "Twilight;" I'm not an artist-but the fight to create something new and non-"Twilight" related; The amazing and sweet Alice Wreath on Etsy at her shop "WreathsChambers" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WreathsChambers; Awesome friend and writer Jimmy Reed on his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Being 40; 38 and a half pounds lost; Submitting for my 100th chapter; Lots of love to you all!!!!! :)...<3

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My photographs

40.

Corrupt
Floundered by regret
needless neglect
the pages pulling
pushing
an endless supply
repeat
REPEAT
until the words
are sated
soaking in brine
caramel coated
their spirit
lost to the wind
boiling acid
a thing of the
past
I don't want
to know you
anymore

Beg
How do
I tell myself
not to fly
the beads
of sweat
pass and still
I sit
waiting for
the fear to
rise again
through
the pain
Mattie
stares back
at me
I find comfort
in her eyes
begging for night
I sleep
resting only paused

Beer
Fees paid
slump over
over the counter
over the nothing
that made you drink
that night
neglecting
anything
that we had before
but the sour lips
of ragged kisses
burnt dreams
in a tiny box
filled with hopes
how often do you stop
and listen to yourself?
foolish and angry
the drunk of
the town

Leave
speak
symbols down
words closed
metaphors banished with
this isn't
the normal routine
close up show
close up shop
burn out the rot
how bitter
do you declare
I've sat
and held
your hand
in the fall
open field
of life
cut off
my thumbs
and abandon
me.

Fight
Spirit left
my soul
to rot
to never turn
another key
to mind mistakes
alone
and to rest my eyes
in the fallen army
but U do not
find peace
in any of this
I bend my head
in deliberation
and take in
the surroundings
there is nothing left
for me here
on this
my empty battlefield

Killer
The bear breaks
beats his breast
before the breaking burn
To watch him suffer
steals my soul
and places it into
a cage
that I can barely
escape from
the wait
is long
I dig my own hole
before the knife
comes down
bare boned
and sharp
I do not scream
I only look into
those eyes
to know
all.

Acceptance
On my love
bury me with you
take of out misfortune
and make a home
oh my love
let me love you
take you in my arms
with a gentle kiss
do not run towards
the same words
of violence
and despair
oh love
let me love you
I do not need
the love in return
just take care of yourself
and hold your head
high
in the pouring rain

Germany
I realize
how much
I am at fault
and I take
full responsibility
for my actions
I still think
about our
conversations
so long ago
liking you so
much
I was not
the person
that I am
today
I hope that one day
you can
forgive me
I think
of you often
these days
and wonder
what would
have happened
if I wasn't
hadn't been
so stupid
I am so sorry.

Meek
The power
of your hands
rolling over me
keeping your cool
and then releasing
all out of control

Forget
Please
there's
no other word
I roll it
around my tongue
and wait for it
to catch fire.

Off
Keep the lights
on low
don't let them know
that you
are home
what is home?
where is it?
how do you find it?
Searching my
whole life
forget the hours
I settle into my chair
and wait
for them/to come
and eat me
alive.

Miss
Speak
I want
the soft tone
of your voice
to wrap around me
like a blanket
the dew
falls heavy
in the backyard
but I ignore
the patter of
life outside
I want to
remember.

Born
Flash
before my eyes
the cylinder sparks
the wheels turn
I set up shop
hand-me-downs
cut unevenly
no one comes
inside
closing the doors
one winter
night alone
I fall to my
knees when I see
your face.

20 seconds
I worship
your lips
A small moan
from you
makes words
spring out of me
like I have
never said before
yet
you go away
pause
and wait
the silence sets
my hair aflame
with the dawning
of the new
morning

Beats
Fresh flush
and rye
over woods
less to qualify
the creatures squeeze
through holes small
flush out
all their blood
into a tiny ball
of clots
and clumps
swinging and swaying
over those torched
the horrors
mingled
as we rise
over their deaths
and beyond
where
a small mist
grows
just for us
with a blanket
of trees
and dark shadows
to guide
our way
I open the
window
the rain travels
inside
through the
curio closet
of treasures
the tiny clock
this broken spoon
and I stop.

After
All is still now
my beating heart
rests
securely in my chest
my ribs press tight
helping my heart whole
the lungs expand
and the smile
it lingers
lush-

Forgive
How do I remember?
Years of time
to be mended
I roll the cigarette
and search
for a light.

Quiver
Master
of all
passing fancy
to none
the sharp curves
form roads
waves over
the small
and delicate wrinkles
that we cannot see
I empty
my mouth
of the lonely words
still out
from fragile snow
and look out
into the restless day
bickering thoughts
of purity.

Crawl
Never
do you walk
on glass
sharp as blades
of ice
pulling over
the blank water
frozen down
fish in mid-flight
I saw you
a pair of winter
socks
black with
tan trim
escape through
the bedroom
winter
and kiss
the moon.

Coal
devil in hiding
you are
small
cloven
horns
the bustle
of my skirt
loosening
bending
to your will
I brush past
the newborn fruit
and pay ribbons
for a pear.

Closed
this heart
no longer
cries
the specks of
tall trees
do not blow
they
shift
and
swiftly
change places
in the autumn wind
but they
do not bound past
in high spirits
they only sit on
their shelf.

Tender
I'm afraid
afraid that
you'll do it
again
afraid
that if I
let me guard
down
you'll hurt
me again
It may
have been
A long time
for you
but it's
yesterday
for me.

Stutter
The silence
less approached
the words
less spoken
until we forgot
what to say
breaking our hearts
along the road
traveled rough
in the dirt
side by side
until left alone
to tremble
at the Earth
and the roars
she
provides.

Vows
I promise:
never to take you for granted-
to always give you affection-
to be interested in
your way/your life-
to be in love with you-
to dance barefoot
by your side
until the ice
eats at my feet
and the fog covers up
our steps
molded
in love
in the bright
blue
moon
that I put up
in the sky
just for you.

Turncoats
How often
red fur
brightens
my day?
the blonde fur
following after
or before
these simple things
Pumpkin spice tea
in a mug
full of morning
I empty
the smiles
from my pocket
and travel
down
that heavy road

False
Why haven't I seen you?
stopping at empty staircases
between and beneath
the occasional bus
picture ran
blue beams
of light
rising high
then dropping
over squares of land
made for the birds
out of seed and grain
the flapping
of their wings
climbing
into the sea
beyond the salt
nestled
into the deep.

The keeper
the baking
has stopped
no more smells
from the kitchen
no more bated
breath
the cake pans
sit
untouched-my human hands
wander over them
mysterious creatures
the likes of which
I'd never seen
dough formations gone
traveled back west
to farm country
one covered wagon
after
another.

Pure
Call down
peaceful field
blue
and
yellow
flowers
rot in the soil
the heavy breathing
of puppies
tired
from their
long day
there is
this sweet virtue
to a man
that's lost
everything.

Treat
dizzy
spin the bottle
truth or dare
quit while
you're ahead
small spiders surface
on the bottom
of the glass
they split
their lips open
to find warmth

Troll
please
don't leave
the bare
naked trees
beat down
the side
of the house
with their fists
like frost
no where
to go
but up
attic filled
records play
the dust
shatters off
and they
are alive.

Too soon
Beyond
the bitter
brightness blue
the nothingless
calls
upon the page
the letters
and words
of letters
crawl
copious
begging
for the
right
thanks
however
called
sight
down.

Speech
How
to talk
tenderly
read
the book
patience
noting time
as the
rage mounts
careful suspension
perfect
stop
comment
only listened
to when
desperation
called
sting.

Failed
Down
the
next
glass
all
those
things
large
and clunky
klunky (clunky)
spinning
round
dizzy
down
krick (kick)
(clos) cllose out (close)
holy
harbor

Quick
seven
or
eight
short
strings
stories
of
horror
shock
and
dismay
all
ends
here
quick
to
track
easy
to bait.

Sound
Make it
up
hills
of snow
pressure
pressure
bargain
debate
with
for change
endless.

Second
based upon the choice
nothing there nothing speaks wild
bow can this talk dead

Give away
Dance
bargain
plate
wash
for
none

Wing
Speak
joyful
the beating soul

Gypsy
Switch
the pale platinum end
begin
again

Low
Black
and
white
butterfly
beyond
the kitchen
window
refresh.

InsignifiCUNT

Strange men; Questions searching for truth; The Alcatraz story; Drinking wine and Jack; Surviving my mother's abortion; Masturbation; My hideous hip; The wonderment of a lack of censorship on all levels; Crushes and obsessions-Thank you all for listening; A special show...just for you to laugh to.....:)...:)

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Chapter 96: "I'm sorry"

Saying "I'm sorry" for past mistakes (If I ever wronged you...I am a better and different person now and I hope that you can forgive me;) Taking responsibility for my actions; 38 pounds lost; The shrinking and changing of my body; Episodes with a dear friend; Writing a ton of new work; Looking for publication for "Like the Universe Gasping for Air"-I have decided to read it on the air; Artists Huiyi and David on Etsy-you can find her amazing work (because she rocks-well, they both rock...:)}-but you can find her amazing work at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/huiyitan and you can also find her work at: www.facebook.com/BehindTheShowcase; Plus, you can find her artistic husband David's work at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/fatboyisland; They both rock and are amazing artists-Check them out!!!! (I love their work!!!!;) Starting a new story with awesome writer and friend Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Beginning to read my novel of epilepsy and horror "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Submitting for my 100th chapter; A short poem from my grandmother and tons of love from me to you!!!! :)

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Chapter 95: "Is it wrong to be attracted to Louis CK?"

Sharing our fetishes and phobias; Weird week; The expansion of Issue Six for "We, James;" Feeling like Hitchcock; The audience being in control; A long short story by James "Jimmy" Reed in his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading the rest of my non-fiction story (which was published in 2012) "I am my father's daughter;" An interview with Maggie from her cute and cuddly Etsy shop "KnotAPaperdoll" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/KnotAPaperdoll; (How I can mix horror and cute children's toys into one show is ironic in of itself;) Whips, S & M, Bondage, and everything not related to children's toys......and one thing that Tori mentions that will send all of my listeners running in the opposite direction....well....maybe not....hopefully not....love to you all....submit for my 100th chapter/show....I'd love to hear from you....Thanks so very much!!!!! :)...:)...<3

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Chapter 94: "Recording on a Tuesday"

Playing with my medicine; Being bisexual; Coming out to my father; Burlesque shows; Taking away the alcohol; Still being afraid, after all these years; Taking a break from "We, James"-but still extensively working on the outline for issue six-so, I am probably not taking a break...lol...;
Debra Williamson and her lovely and delightful Etsy shop "Joshua By Oak" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/JoshuaByOak -her shop is adorable; Multiple writings from good friend and writer Jimmy Reed in his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from my piece, "I am my father's daughter" which I will continue on Thursday; Submitting for chapter 100 and to let me know what you think of the show; Lots and tons of love to each and everyone of you....Thanks so very very much!!!! Tune in next time, when we'll be talking about fetishes and phobias.....:)

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Chapter 93: "Halloween": Laurie Strode: [crying] "Was that the boogeyman?" Dr. Samuel Loomis: "As a matter of fact... I do believe it was."

Halloween chapter; Amityville; Favorite horror movie characters (some real life serial killers-accept for Lizzie Borden-she's innocent); Having a sock on my leg painted; Gothic vampire; Off of the topic of Halloween: Changing my relationship with food; Amazing and Legendary Etsy artist Annie Saunders ("i came to your planet to research the various acidity levels of your soil. i stayed for the cheeseburgers.") and her shop "leagueofshadows" (which if you are sensing a Batman reference, then you would be right)-You can find her wonderful and amazing work at: leagueofshadows.etsy.com, league-ofshadows.tumblr.com, facebook.com/shopleagueofshadows, and "You can follow either the tumblr or facebook for news about any upcoming sales. {She's}@anniemated on twitter, instagram and vine; Also the next chapter of the series "A Thousand Years of Darkness" from super star writer and great friend Jimmy Reed; The end of "Asylum;" 37 pounds lost; Recording special show tomorrow with sometime co-hosts Tori and Katie; Submitting for my 100th chapter and tons and tons of hell bound love to you all!!!!!! Plus...listen for the coupon code in this chapter....:)...:)...<3

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Road Kill Asylum

Stay low
Stumble up utopia
tell the truth
words to the gods
say the impossible
the strange
bitter sense
of honey.
I wipe my brow
and head
into morning.

Dreamed
small gloves
long hair
caught in ribbons
the sinister smirk
of cruel brutality
the carpet
Keeps slick
warm blood
fingers blue

Follow
However lost
we still
exist
molten lava
the jewels
of success
the wants
and needs
deprived
how hopeless
the empty nights
clicking from
the blue screen
pulling short arms
straight
I pull the dress
over my head
and back away
from the bed

Little lies
Clicking centipede
How often
the time
ways us down
seek
what needs to be shown
offer
what needs to be given
the comfort guides us
soft and sweet
hovering against time
I open
the cement box
and hoist open
black wings

Science
More over
the loud voices
surface wildly
speck warm
the flicks and flecks
of gold sunrise
over water
pushing through
endless drifts
the purpose
written and recorded.

Damage
Sorrow reflections
the mad
rise from
the Earth
pen to paper
ink to thumb
keep yelling
finger in my face
the pounding
of your veins
i shrink away
the fear glows
as the door
locks
from far -------away

Teach
Cast
call
circle
not the fish
pull up
the reeds
on open flame
white lace
pulled back
pulled up
pull down
guarded

Chapter 92: "The lost gloves"

Looking for Fall; "Drugstore Cowboy;" 35 pounds lost; Stopping the cutting; Therapy and the wonderful world of astonishing my awesome therapist; The surprise of a "brilliant mind;" Fighting against a "woman's world;" Tasks achieved to fight off "Suicidal Tendencies;" Writing and working on issue five of "We, James"-but life keeps getting in the way; Issue one of "We, James" almost ready for submission <3; Adding a new friend (soon) to the mix: Welcome "DesignByAnyOtherName" at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DesignByAnyOtherName; Looking for submissions for my 100th chapter and my Halloween show; Doing a special show this weekend featuring my special co-hosts Tori and Katie; The wonderful and astounding genius artist Jamison Jontry (one of her pieces-a necklace entitled "Haunted" I never take off)-here are pictures of some of her pieces as well to entice you-www.etsy.com/listing/104932818/anatomical-heart-card-case-id-case?ref=sh..., www.etsy.com/listing/96035363/the-kraken-in-silver-octopus-necklace?ref=..., www.etsy.com/listing/92373586/beer-hops-cufflinks-in-brass-antique?ref=s...; -Plus, if you head over to her Etsy shop "The Lysine Contingency" for
Funny, Bizarre, Fun, and Beautiful Jewelry" and mention that you heard about this awesome shop....our dear friend will include something special in your order-("Mention this podcast at checkout and I'll throw in a special little something just for you in your order")-https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheLysineContingency; Plus, check out the inspiration for her shops name at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4kBRC2co7Y and check out www.etsy.com/shop/unusualcards and photographer Jackie Jeffries; Amazing writer Jimmy Reed and a rewrite of a section of chapter three of "A Thousand Years of Darkness;" Reading from "Asylum" -we are almost finished folks or as Stephen King says "constant readers" (or in my case constant listeners; Plus the amazing Juels Larson at her Yoga DVD entitled "Ageless Movement & Breath From Your Chair" which can be purchased by clicking on: http://vayuproductions.com/product/ageless-movement-breath-from-your-chair/; Much love to you all!!!! :)...:)...<3

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"You're Turning into A Zombie!!!!"

Horror movies; Sexual Activity: Question and Answer; Horror novels; Stanley Kubrick vs. Stephen King (it's my show, so Stephen King wins of course ;) Serial killers; Embarrassing stories; Whiskey and coke; Laughter abounds; The question of virginity; "School girl" crushes; "The Poughkeepsie Tapes" and much much more... Love to you all....:)...:)!!!! Thank you so very very very very much for listening.....:)..:)...<3

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Chapter 91

Vague notions of depression; The term "compromise;" Co-hosts from time to time; Tori and Katie; Cutting this week (I am unfortunately human;) Finishing "Doctor Sleep;" Working on "We, James" issue five; Post trauma stress disorder and laughter; Impulsive yawning; Inspiring Etsy artist Rachael Gracie Carver and her Etsy shop "BinkyRooCrafts" which you can find at:www.facebook.com/BinkyRooDesigns and at https://www.etsy.com/shop/BinkyRooCrafts-listen to the coupon code in this chapter for her Etsy shop (also check out Ella Goodwin at "ShopMissElla" on Etsy at https://www.etsy.com/shop/ShopMissElla); The continuation of "A Thousand Years of Darkness: Ben" from awesome writer and friend Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Asylum" (we are almost finished folks);Submitting for my 100th chapter and my Halloween chapter; Much love to everyone....and now, off to sleep!!!!! :)

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Halloween 2013.

Wonder

What you choose

to be

makes me forget

what you are

how mistakes

change us

the power

they play

guarded shadows

will fall

and the dead

will bury

their own.

Side

Willful creatures

displeased

how torture

impactful fingerprints

the

acid

wax

Super Human

How often

do we blur

friction solved

the complaints

sky high

caught 

on the 

endless tongue

praying 

for release.

Ordinary

Conclusion

Speak hopeful

weak knees

mild arms

the sun/drifts

cold heart

sweeping hands

do not 

fulfill

Memorial

Families walk

bloody feet

The cold patience

hurt hard

over the coals

scream 

while 

you 

can

Conquer

Travel over

the sweet bliss

carry your knife

high on the hip

it has been known

before

and will be

again.

Reanimate

Can you

crouch

in the shadows

brat boiled

quick lightning

covered in rags

the eyes

see nothing

what man

ragged and worn

care often

for those

who desert

pick me

cry louder

scream

for me

lend me

your voice

how often

do we 

beg

Chapter 90: "Amazing: Everyday"

Wonderful people and places at "The Rainbow Festival;" SGI at "The Rainbow Festival;" The lechery of a cruel stranger; The advancement of "We, James;" Contacting me for my 100th chapter and for my Halloween chapter; "Carrie;" "The Shining" and "Doctor Sleep;" My adoration of Stephen King (I'm your number one fan"-I shouldn't say that too "Misery" like; The fantastic and fun Kristen Stratton and her Etsy shop "KnotsToAshes" which you can find and follow at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/KnotsToAshes, www.knotstoashes.com, and www.facebook.com/KnotsToAshes; Amazing friend and writer Jimmy Reed and more of his series "A Thousand Years of Darkness;" Reading from "Asylum;" Oscar and his bad dream; Much love to all of my listeners!!!!! :)...<3

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Chapter 89: "Betty"

Taking time away from technology; Post traumatic stress disorder, and the continued fear of my father; Wanting to continue addressing the positive, and the negative space within poetry; The awesomeness of seeing pages of "We, James" come in that are lettered and inked; Come and see me on the 19th and 20th of this month at the SGI booth at "The Rainbow Festival"-I'll be there both days; Cute and cuddly artist Jackie and her fantastic Etsy shop "UsagiRabbit" which can be found at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/UsagiRabbit; The next chapter in the series "A Thousand Years of Darkness" from my good friend and fantastic writer Jimmy Reed's segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Asylum;" Submitting to my 100th chapter/show and my Halloween chapter/show; Tons of love to you all!!!! :)

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Some seven.

Every
touch
restricted
the deadly cut
play pretend
tell me
that you
love me
if only
for a brief
turn of the page
cycle
cycle
turn to dust
die
giant
possessing nothing
but the sweet
cold
hopeless romantic
that dreams.

Authentic
Natural
swept flies
the guests
sweet songs
piano rising
the keys surface
gone
life lived
back between
childhood
these empty days
the blue
eye shadow
emotional
purgatory
the caress
the blades
of guns
watching
and
waiting

Made
How often
the points
pin down
mountains
the warbled
imagination
rise
head up
the short
swift cuts
on middle finger
and
index
pose
pale
from the blood
quick
breath big gulps
e m p t y

Application
blue
pool cube
the complex
circle
empty and row
thick skin beat
how vultures
tear
the pace
of the game
naked necks
taking meat
love your buddy
monitor the skies
starlings
following
the flies
exploit the feast
empty
bulging with stars.

Well.
thin
the size creeps
i dare
not answer
the door

Loud
How
they cry
silk
the surprise
of the night
this empty
word
called
love.

tell
down broken
push silly
sharp teeth

Chapter 88: "Did you know that Frida Kahlo had a wooden leg?"

Attending "The Sunnyslope Art Walk" and trying to take some of our kids (dogs;) Getting 7 inches of my hair cut off; The month of Stephen King; Seeing the first pages of "We,James" illustrated and lettered....AWESOME!!!!; Working on chapter/book five for "We, James;" Gothic and loving creator Jennifer Speedie and her amazing Etsy shop "CrowHouseDolls" which can be found at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/CrowHouseDolls and you can also find her at: jennie028 on ebay and on her Facebook page at: https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.speedie.9?fref=ts; My good friend writer Jimmy Reed and the conclusion to his chapter "Ben" from his series "A Thousand Years of Darkness;" Submitting for my 100th chapter/show and my Halloween chapter/show; Reading from "Asylum;" SGI at "The Rainbow Festival" on the 19th and 20th of this month....I'll be there both days....come and say "Hi"....Thank you all so very much!!!! Much love to each and every one of you!!!! :)

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Chapter 87

Getting back on track with my weight loss; Being a writing fanatic; "American Horror Story: Coven" and Madame LaLaurie; Submitting for my 100th chapter and my Halloween chapter; SGI and "The Rainbow Festival;" Reading my SGI speech/experience; Being told VNS will not work; Wanting Corey to have his independence back; Taking on "horror" in a brand new way; Disliking the "happy ending;" The Magnificent Jenny Rose and her Etsy shop "RememberADay" which you can find at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/RememberADay; Intricate and beautiful artist Mannon Becklund and her Etsy shop "CandleBrightCreation," which you can find at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/CandleBrightCreation; Poems from writer and friend Jimmy Reed in his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Asylum;" Much love to my listeners....<3...<3...xox...I adore you all!!!! :)

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