tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82025902011-09-06T18:19:04.202-05:00BETH'S TOTALLY USLESS AND INSANE BABBLING. I WAKE UP IN A NEW WORLD EVERY DAY. I NEVER GET BORED!! YOU WILL NEVER GET BORED AT MY BLOG.BUSHCAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632838019703475567noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202590.post-1099253980902999792004-10-31T14:18:00.000-06:002004-10-31T14:19:40.903-06:00

THE PLAN In the beginning was the Plan; And the Plan was without substance; And there was much bitching and moaning; And darkness came upon the face of the Workers; And they spoke among themselves, saying, "It is a crock of S___, and it stinketh" And the Workers went to their Supervisors and said, "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odor thereof." And the Supervisors went unto their

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BREATH OF THE CITY SEE THE CITY, CLEAN AND BRIGHT; SHARP MOUNTAIN AIR, SEE THE LIGHTS; SHOP THE SHOPS, WALK THE WALK; FILLED WITH EXCITEMENT, TALK THE TALK; LONGING FOR SHARP MOUNTAIN AIR; LONGING FOR THE CLEAN LIGHTS SO FAIR; MAYBE ONE DAY, I WILL EMBRACE YOU; MAYBE ONE DAY, I WILL SHINE WITH YOU; WITH THE WIND IN MY HAIR, I WILL MOVE.

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I AM THE QUEEN; THE CHEMICAL QUEEN; SJORGREN’S SLAVE, A CRUCIBLE SO RARE; WITHOUT THEM I DIE, MY MONKEY SO GREEN; WITH THEM I FLOAT, A RAFT OF DESPAIR; BEHOLD MY LIFE BALANCED ATOP A PILL; A LONGING FOR CONTROL, I WAIL IN PAIN; COUNT THE ANGELS DANCING ATOP A PILL; SEE THE CHEMICAL QUEEN; IS SHE SANE? I REIGN, I DOMINATE; I’VE LOST MY WILL;

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My family lived in a huge, modern house in Wayne County, Mississippi, when we older children (Beth, Ellie and Cindy) were of a tender young age. In those mean days, us country folk took our garbage to a "garbage dump". I think most of you know what I am talking about - those huge landfills that contained everything from old washing machines to rubber tires, to unwanted cats and dogs. My mother

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Our lives as children were fairly typical for the south in the early 60's. Our mother stayed at home and our father drove a truck for Borden's Milk. Because we lived so far out in the country, the only playmates we had were ourselves. In those days, even though our parents were of humble means, we were blessed with bountiful presents at Christmas. The toys of choice for us little girls were

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PSYCHEDELIPUSS.JPG Originally uploaded by woodgirl. As you have probably figured, I am not a cat. However, for my purposes, he serves as an excellent ambassador.

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CERULEAN MOON; SEE THE STARS; WARM AND DREAMY, SIMPLE LIFE, COMPLICATED DREAM, HUMBLE WIFE; WARM AND DREAMY, TOUCH THE STARS..

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WARM AND DREAMY, CERULEAN SKY; GASP FOR BREATH; HIS BREATH IS MY LIFE; SMELL OF CORDITE, FRAGRANCE OF ROSE; WARM AND DREAMY, HOLD HIM CLOSE.

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HERE WE ARE, NEUROTIC TRIO, SISTERS THREE BOUND BY BIRTH, SOARING SPIRITS FOR ALL TO SEE; MIDDLE-AGED MADNESS, FOREVER THREE; LAUGH LIKE MANIACS, CRY WITH ME; LIVE LIKE CRAZY, LOVE OF THREE

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My love is my balance; my light to his dark, complete opposites. Opposites and perfect balance - how can it be? The Creator of perfection crafted our love with balance and seasoned it with shades of light and dark. I cannot live without your dark and you cannot live without my light.

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I DESPAIR - I CANNOT GRASP THE MYSTERY OF THOSE EYES. CERULEAN BLUE IS A SECRET COLOR CREATED ONLY FOR HIM, A BEAUTIFUL AND MYSTERIOUS GIFT FROM GOD. HIS MIND IS A ENDLESS, MYSTERIOUS DEPTH, THE MYSTERY OF CERULEAN ETERNITY. I CANNOT FATHOM THOSE DEPTHS AND I DESPAIR.

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THE BLUE OF MY LOVE. HIS EYES ARE CERULEAN, THE FANTASY OF MY LIFE. MY LIFE IS DROWNING IN BLUE LOVE; MY DREAMS ARE BLUE. HIS LIFE IS MY LIFE. HIS DEATH WILL BE MY DEATH. OUR LIVES ARE WRAPPED IN CERULEAN. I WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT THOSE EYES.

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Christmas at my Grandmother Wood’s house was always the most anticipated event of the season. Her family was dominated by men-handsome rapscallion brothers and her sons, also handsome rakes. The event was typically southern. The women worked in the kitchen and the menfolk stayed in the living room drinking a southern Christmas delicacy called whiskey. We kids begged fireworks from our inebriated

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This is a bit of prose that I wrote for a friend. I have used it for several friends during times of grief. Sandy: I hope these words will give you a measure of comfort during this time, just as your words gave me comfort when my parents died: Grieve, Sandy, grieve for the child that you were. That child has lost her mother and needs the cleansing comfort of tears. Let that child cry until

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