One third of a year, an entire season and then some... May to September

yadda yadda.... The point is: I've been back in Oregon four months now and I can honestly say I don't regret the move one bit. I'm seeing through clearer eyes than six years ago and am not the restless, hopeless, empty bottle I was then either. (Not completely vehemently, anyway. )

With a sunset view like this everyday...  How could today be anything but blessed and how could tonight be anything but unpredictable? And how could tomorrow be anything but welcome?

BloodLetting

blood·let·ting (bldltng)
n.
1. Bloodshed.
2. The removal of blood, usually by opening a vein.

Naked before my waiting spoon

Drops of water and a smirking moon

Fit my world in a flat balloon

August until the 2nd June

Wasting time and I’m bloodletting

Refuse to see, it’s too upsetting

Loop-dee-loo now I’m forgetting

Honest a lie and no regretting

Until it’s time to break more skin

Please let me hit that once again

Chase my tail, and watch me spin

Promise to die and do me in

Leave my soul out in the yard

Can you see where I am scarred?

Now my doorways must be barred

I fall down hard. I fall down hard

I must have lost my Vulcan mind

Threw away too much time  

desperate for just one more dime

Now it’s calling …this  this life of mine

Melinda Marinko

Written Spring 2010 to Summer 2011

Keys? We don't need no stinking keys!

A 4ft 2in woman did this.

SOUNDS OF INSANITY CENTRAL

To Whom It Should Concern:

This is to inform all the big energy, tiny-minded, simple souls with their manipulating social interaction, broken contracts and failing integrity that:

The truth-twisting friction-junkie is not amusing any more. At times the drama was entertaining… it has nonetheless become exhausting, and downright embarrassing!

Whether you reside in spun webs with your stolen treats and consumed loyalty, or busy burning bridges over wide rivers of crocodile tears, our contention is that you are NOT conducive to growth or peace.

As we are contributing, creating, living and loving and trying to enjoy a serene life out here in the big picture, your contributions are mere pollution, mucking up the view. Your disorganized noise creates chaos that psychopath’s are conceived in. Please, just shut the fuck up!


(This is a courtesy notice of  an impending cleanup.)

Sincerely,

Master of None

Daily Melee

Once upon a time, in close proximity to the sun, there arose a hullabaloo, which soon became a ruckus. It was an indescribable ruckus. Now, one would think that at some point, an investigation of said ruckus would launch and swift handling and containment would ensue… but alas, the ruckus was unattended, it subsequently progressed into a quite a racket and then became a full-blown calamity.  Eventually an all out cluster-fuck of unimaginable proportions was the everyday ‘norm’ - almost fading into background noise. Still, scattered throughout, was a smattering –a pinch- of decorum, (just a smidge really), but later became lost in the incessant chaos. Nonetheless, the few that had engaged in certain occasional shenanigans, found enlightenment… behind closed doors and secret get-togethers.