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Life begins as the ending meets #poem

Life begins as the ending meets

Long forgotten stories of Earth’s bosom,

Clouds roll over abandoned streets

 

Burned sunlight refracts and the crust overheats

Gone beyond the last season, descendants of the issam

Life begins as the ending meets

 

Overhead atmospheric trap door to the planet’s oubliettes

Ghost gardens fill the sidewalks with forgotten alyssum

Clouds roll over abandoned streets

Extinct currency, forgotten in digital decomposed spreadsheets

Greed the downfall, possessions the blissom

Life begins as the ending meets

The planet resets the cosmic scales and ends those who mistreats

Too late humanity abandoned the acquisitiveness hymn

Clouds roll over abandoned streets  

Fires burn and oxygen depletes

Dreams abruptly stopped by cataclysm

Life begins as the ending meets

Clouds roll over abandoned streets.

Skinny Bitch #BookReview #Vegan

Skinny Bitch by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin

Okay, so I read this book a while ago. It was a good read and the whole time I listened my brain gave the authors the voice of Fran Dresher. I sidestepped the ethical issues because originally I became vegan for two reasons; a girl and my health.

It is well written, well researched and pretty funny. The book takes the approach of as the title implies, Vegan=Skinny. Now over the years, I did slim down considerably and when I dropped the Vegan lifestyle I did balloon and got really fucking sick. As in so sick, I had a bed pan sick.

How does a person who became vegan for health reasons become that sick? By ignoring food allergies and by having a genetic disease and for me at least by falling off the vegan bandwagon.

I digress, Skinny Bitch talks about nutrition and how the crap we put in out bodies on  SAD (Standard American Diet) is literally killing us. To this day the thought of drinking a diet soda ( which I never did before reading and never will after reading) makes my skin crawl and feel like I should look for a copy of arsenic and old lace.

 

Click the link to grab a copy. It is a good read if you are just going out to the VEGAN Ballpark and want to take a turn hitting the bat.

skinny bitch

 

 

#deathsTeaParty #amwriting #excerpt

As memories overlapped, memories from thousands of lives, she sat dizzy from the sheer volume of information her mind was being forced to process. Suicide crossed her mind. Then the anger flooded her mind and she started to focus. Walking to the bathroom she grabbed a bottle and glass of water. Returning to her bed she downed four of the sleeping pills and the whole glass of water. Trying in vain to reign in her temper and not let the temporal shift drive her mad, she stared at the ceiling. Slowly the mortal world faded.  

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Persephone woke moments after the sleeping pills kicked in. The high queen of the underworld stood in a dark room, willing the curtains to open, it flooded with light. The private quarters of the queen. Even Death was afraid to enter this sacred and private suit. Embroidered tapestries that she and her mother had made during the early years of her marriage, covered the walls. Naked she approached the door it opened in front of her. The temperature of the building dropping as she worked to hold her temper in check.

She stormed barefoot down the long corridor, large blue flames licking at her heels and purple sparks flying from her hair. She was livid. As she entered the great hall, spirits reached out of the pools to touch the hem of her skirt begging to go home. They had been there long before she had entered his home. As she approached the banquet table her temper flared along with her long dormant wedding gifts.

“How dare you!” she yelled. “You bastard. How dare you drop into my life like this. The agreement was that I could incarnate into any life I wished, you would let me live it without interference. I had no memories of you. Why? Why couldn’t you let me have this normal lifetime and collect me when I died? I have always come home.” Motioning to the sparks and flames around her body, “How am I supposed to explain this to my family?”

“I missed you.”

“Well that’s grand. I have a child and a husband.”

“You didn’t seem to mind until your memories came back. Besides you have two lovers and he has one as well. Why do you insist on excluding me from your life?”

“That’s not fair, I’m not intentionally excluding you, I want to live and experience more than this… this place. I was working on something important. ”

“Would you like some tea?”

“Yes and stop changing the topic.”

“Why not invite your “husband” to visit here with you? I haven’t had a male lover in few centuries.”

“Absolutely not. End of discussion.”

“As you wish darling. Would you at least act a little happy that I finally figured out how to spend time with you during your little excursions of living.”

“When I warm up a bit I might forgive you. Are you going to leave me alone to live this lifetime?”

“Absolutely not. End of discussion.”

“Fine. We need to set new rules and parameters. I assume my wedding gifts will be back in full force now, even when I’m awake. ”

“Most likely.”

Under her breath, “This is gonna be fun.’ in a sarcastic but warmer tone, loud enough that the invisible help went scurrying, ‘Why did you track me down? It must have been pretty important since you broke your promise.”

In an uncharacteristically timid and embarrassed tone, Maboz answered her question,“Well… I missed you.”

“And?”

“I just missed you.” He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to his chest, “You fast cycled so I only got to see you for a few minutes.”

Even in the dream realm, the Limbo between his reality and hers, she melted into his familiar embrace. Her anger belying their five millennium marriage.

“Maybe I should take a vacation and come spend some time with your new family. Strap on a new flesh suit and get some sun.”

“No,” she emphatically stated

“Why not? It has been ages since I took personal time. If I recall it was around the time of Ramesses I.

“ So what rules will we be playing by this time and just who are you planning on getting to cover you? The Easter Bunny, The Tooth fairy?”

“ Actually, I covered for Santa in the 18th century and he owes me a favor.”

“ I wasn’t serious.

“I am.”

“Now what?”

“Now… You explain why you slapped me and insisted on looking at the Codex moments after I picked you up.”

A memory slammed to the forefront of her mind. Her shoulders dropping, “Let’s get to Nick’s.”

 

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Peace Love and Great Vibrations,
 

Steffi

#DeathsTeaParty #amwriting #snippit

“It worked! It bloody well worked!” grinning from ear to ear after nearly a decade and a half, Maboz had managed to link his physical room to her mind. He had managed to get it to work before but for some reason, he couldn’t get her there while he was there. This time was different. She looked just like the day he had met her, down to the narcissus flowers in her hair. She was a little older than the day in the hospital with her grandmother.

A moment of deep sadness overwhelmed him as he saw no recognition in her eyes.

Yet he couldn’t help himself he reached out to her naked form, started to speak to her, and kissed her cheek. Then everything went black.

Damn. It had been close. He wanted to talk to her he had to get back into that dream. As much as he tried it didn’t happen.

Morpheus had told him it would be difficult.

 

 

 

 

 

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Peace Love and Great Vibrations,
 

Steffi

#DeathsTeaParty #amWriting #snippit

The old woman was hanging on to her flesh with the same stubbornness as Nero. Death had come to collect her five times already. Each time she seemed to find another wind and the will to live on. However, her fear showed. She saw what she expected and wanted to see.

Maboz knew she saw a skeletal being dressed in a hooded cloak when she looked at him. The shroud that covered him each time he entered the room left him feeling a bit dirty. That particular mythos had started long ago and he had yet to dismiss that image from the mass consciousness.

The woman reeked of fear and when she looked at him she would pray to god to save her from the devil. Maboz was the being contracted to cross the woman over. The body would fail soon. He could smell it. He hated when this happened because when the transition occurred he usually had to walk them to purgatory or the hall of souls.

Those places were not where people were meant to go. Those were the constructs of fear. It saddened him that so many chose those places to reside. They could leave at any point in time, most chose to stay because the fear was too much to work past. Occasionally, a brave soul would wander out of the river of souls and approach him at his table to request rebirth or guidance. Those days were amazing. 

#FinalisFinibusTractus – #scifi – #Cryogenics #Pets

My little Pug spends more time in his kennel than I want to admit, however, he also runs along a bike at full speed, chases cows when he is out in the field with D and licks us silly when he is out and about…

When humanity finally leaves the planet I would hope that we would bring out cats, dogs, gerbils, lizards and other fur babies along with us. On Generation

On Generation ships, I imagine that mice and rats would have probably stowed away… just like on the wooden ships of old. Cats would definitely come along too. Dogs are companions I would hope would come, but realistically pets would fare best in cryo.

If a dog spent years in cryo I wonder if they would become more sentient due to all the time in REM… Or if they would still sit where they are today. It might be cool to have a dog that can be as cognitive as a teenager… then again they might become incredibly big tricksters.

#bookReview

YOU ARE  A BADASS by Jen Sincero

A sassy and audacious SELF HELP BOOK. Jen Sincero is freaking awesome. This book is a coaching dream, she weaves her personal experiences and solid coaching with a killer wit to create a wonderful guide.

Crass words and hilarious stories fill the pages as well as information about how to get your shit together. Dealing ith yourself is the biggest theme of the book. Dig out the imaginary bullet and be a BadASS.

 

There are a few issues. If you are chronically depressed, this book may rub some serious salt in the wounds. Getting past Depression is a difficult and seriously intense problem… however, letting go can make healing from depression easier. Dealing with the excuses and crap we have dealt with is necessary. Been there, done it and  still pulling out of depression when it hits.

 

#deathsTeaParty #amwriting #

Slightly tipsy from the self-filling pitcher of beer and the two bottles of whiskey Maboz moaned, “Please, I miss her. I need to see her, to talk to her, “ pausing around a belch, “to touch her.”

Morpheus visibly shrank back, “I don’t like it but I want you to swear that you will take the fall if she gets pissed.”

“You have my oath. Brother, she will never know you helped me visit her.”

“Maboz, you owe me big for this one.”

“Fine I will play on your bowling team, but I’m not wearing the stupid shirt.”

A big grin formed on the Sandman’s face, “So you will wear the yoga pants?” 

“Oh shut up,” a belch followed by a stream of vomit spewed from Death’s mouth. 

#FinalisFinibusTractus – #scifi – #amwriting

I need to go back and count how many prompts this makes…

“The textiles will be gone and most if not all of the buildings will have succumb to the elements.  Sadly so much of the last few societies…  everything was decomposable. Many scholars believe it had to do with that global climate epidemic of the early part of the Aquarian Age. Nothing like the barren wasteland we will soon be descending on. As you know,” The professor of astroarchaeology from the Sirius System continued, “The planet has been abandoned for at least a thousand years. You each have your atmospheric suits. Here is the list of what you will be looking for. ”

A list appeared on the vid screens of each persons atmo-suit.

  • stones that appear to be shaped by man.
  • metallic objects
  • headstones
  • “Time capsules” – GPS coordinates included in your com system
  • plants of any kind
  • bones – (note surroundings and look for others (time limit 2 days)
  • any objects within Historical sites – GPS coordinates included in your com system
  • anything looking man made
  • buckets filled with seeds
  • anything interesting

“You have your assignments and collection locations. See you in 10 days.”

#DeathsTeaParty #amwriting #snippit

I can feel my life grinding, breath by breath, to a halt. My chest rattles deeply with the fluid of certain death. A baby crying in the distance could just as easily be on the vid screen across the hall.

Why did I choose to die in this hell hole reeking of piss?

Peace filled me as the anger and human emotion of self-loathing dissipated. The smell of narcissus filled my nostrils.

The oddity of this side of death is bewildering, fear seems to permeate.  I know I can do this with some modicum of grace. Persephone has died hundreds of times.

I know what is coming.

For some reason, this feels too real and too surreal. Yet, letting go of this body feels wrong.

The unknown isn’t holding me back. What is keeping me from ending this lifetime?