“An Al­most Made Up Po­em”- By Charles Bukowski


I see you drink­ing at a foun­tain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the foun­tain is in France
where you wrote me that last let­ter and
I an­swered and nev­er heard from you again.
you used to write in­sane po­ems about
AN­GELS AND GOD, all in up­per case, and you
knew fa­mous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, en­ter their lives, I’ not jeal­ous
be­cause we’ nev­er met. we got close once in
New Or­leans, one half block, but nev­er met, nev­er
touched. so you went with the fa­mous and wrote
about the fa­mous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the fa­mous are wor­ried about
their fame –– not the beau­ti­ful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awak­ens
in the morn­ing to write up­per case po­ems about
AN­GELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but lis­ten­ing to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the up­per case. you were one of the
best fe­male po­ets and I told the pub­lish­ers,
ed­i­tors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’
mag­ic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a wom­an he nev­er touch­es, on­ly
writes to, keeps lit­tle pho­to­graphs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cig­a­rette and lis­tened to you piss in the bath­room,
but that didn’ hap­pen. your let­ters got sad­der.
your lovers be­trayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers be­tray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a cry­ing bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a riv­er and you sat on the cry­ing
bench ev­ery night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and for­got­ten you. I wrote back but nev­er
heard again. a friend wrote me of your sui­cide
3 or 4 months af­ter it hap­pened. if I had met you
I would prob­a­bly have been un­fair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
Charles Bukows­ki

You are so loved, sweet girl. No matter what.




Some clothed flowers....




And I undressed them SO carefully, too....

This man winked at me once. In real life!



Devil Went Down To Georgia, Fiddle and all!



Bohemian Rhapsody



Enter Sandman



Don't Stop Believing




Sweet Child O' Mine




Come Together




And a fancy Disney Sweet Caroline to finish off.



And now you guys know where my favorite bar on earth is

A true princess always leaves her mark.

Also just because I can. Call it "Throwback Thursday."

Geico sent me a card. I was expecting an annoying fine from the state and got this instead. Yesterday was a great day... I guess they heard I like stickers!

i won't even complain that it's actually on a Thursday... bc I am a grown ass woman

def gonna have to do that annoying "open in new tab thing" prob..... sorry not sorry?
reposting bc sharing is caring and i do care sorry to friends who commented, i swear i didn't mean to...


Food Porn from NYC and airplanes!










(i almost forgot to take a pic of this one, and had to put down the fork and recoup)














some pretty stuff i found when i got home!












also two out of three cats, for good measure. unpictured is my black ninja cat. She is a scaredy cat, like me.







I gave myself a panic attack right after I got home yesterday. Deep breaths are all I take for those.

So have some mean girls porn too bc i loved seeing it! I am a very very very very very very lucky girl.







ALSO: Bacon Steak.




Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary..... Or, Valentine's Day 2 years ago.

that horrifying moment when you want to edit a blog and delete it instead.........

open in new tab for full buzzing glory, plus three more bee pics.

put on your face
know your place
shut up and smile
don't spread your legs

I could do that

But no one knows me no one ever will
if I don't say something, if I just lie still
Would I be that monster, scare them all away
If I let the-em hear what I have to say

I can't keep quiet, no oh
I can't keep quiet, no oh
A one woman riot, oh oh

I can't keep quiet
For anyone
Anymore

Cuz no one knows me no one ever will
if I don't say something, take that dry blue pill
they may see that monster, they may run away
But I have to do this, do it anyway

I can't keep quiet, no oh
I can't keep quiet, no oh
A one woman riot, oh oh

Oh I can't keep quiet
Let it out Let it out
Let it out now
There'll be someone who understands

I can't keep quiet