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Logger’s Porn

Photography By Sethsnap:Your Story

As he sat in the Kitchen.. Mr. Raze was speaking so lovingly and eloquent like smooth jazz, he up tempo and change pitches and pulled out cash…

Enjoying  his coffee he listened to this man and his love for money and  watched him reach down and grab the case and opened it. cash…one hundred thousand dollar he breathlessly exclaimed.   Not noticing, he was the only one excited.

Loggers, hell!  Why is he in my house?   Little Joe’s kids set this up.  Minding his manners. He was offered another cup of coffee to his guest and said…

Money is temporary and gone in a short time and happiness is not  a given. I’m happy and have money.

Looking out my window.. Money can’t buy this. Out there is someone’s home,  home to many various lifeforms  and  occasional alien landing “but he didn’t say that.. thought it!

Now if  it was only the tree frog the  lived out there . I could not with good conscience  and would not allow timber harvesting on this property..I agree to have you come by and there I’ve done that.

So remove your large sex toy of cash from hop_sing’s  table and be on your way. Unless you want to hang and watch the animals, live and up close…. undisturbed?

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Knowing the Ponderosa was not being abused by his generation..

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:Ups and Downs of Outdoors

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I’m on upper level looking Down On all the shoppers

But  I’m not outdoor….

OK How about downhill?

Downhill

OK here ladder truck happy?

Ladder truck

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Lonely Challenges

This day’s challenge when loneliness attack… For me it’s been daily.. I’ve been recovering from Cohn’s (if there is such a thing, improving from) Last five years have not been comfortable. I’ve spent 3 years learning and going thru diagnostic and being in constant pain. My 1st child, my daughter left to live in Atlanta. But returned two years ago..yay

I have no income (self-employed) living from bank account savings. The ex to be, wanted a divorce (never had compassion for  illness always got angry when i got sick) I don’t ask her to look after me. I got two boys  seventeen and twenty-one they go with the money who can buy  or give them is the parent they interact most with. This does not bother me.. They are BOYS  not much in the looking out for some-one else mode yet. I get lonely daily but I play music. Bass guitar since fourteen (I’m good) and Piano (not the best). So  when i get lonely i play and recharge.

I’m getting back on my feet  lost one hundred pounds. Look better feeling better.. Not enough income yet. Not going out for entertainment  yet.  I go to church when able. I ask god why and bitch  but believe there is more for me to do.

One of my loneliest days a few years ago,  feeling down I went to my car just to sit and listen. Writing music, I  listen in the car to match the sound that other artistes are doing.  Mixing in music, is so important.

This day unknown to me there was a cat who had a litter and they where using my wheel well. Not knowing this I started the car and turned on the music. The kittens scattered… I kept hearing a  kitten crying.Getting out i found a little black kitten who was blind and couldn’t run away like the others.  She allowed  me to pick her up. I saw that her eyes where sealed by birthing gook.

OK here it is. I’m horrendously allergic to cats.  I’ll sneeze all day!!

God watches over us…

I took her up to my apt. got a warm wet towel and cleaned the prettiest, scared yellow eyes I ever did see. It was love.. I put her in a box and took her to the office. The building did not allow pets..

Coming back that evening nobody wanted her and upon seeing me, it was all over.. Kallista  became mines I told the landlord I’ll dispose of her… being a really good guy. He knew i meant,he’ll never see her or hear her.. I miss him..

Kallista

The ex to be, at first, was happy. Being a cat lover (Cat’s really like me!).  As Kallista grew she didn’t like her…She would spray my Kitty with water trying to  discipline her. Safe to say, We didn’t like her and she fumed.  My Kallista was intelligent.  I would go outside with her and she never left me…  Kallista got in heat and not liking the all the people in the house. She moved out! Went out the back and never came back..  My son, sees her on the property(apartment complex in front of a large grassy hill), she let’s him pick her up, but  wants to be free..  We Moved.. I miss her.. She never made me sneeze ..I visited a client last week with cats couldn’t stay beyond 20 mins…..

 

 

UpDate: Yesterday my son birthday, I’m not in the best of moods  being broke  an not being able to lavish my son like i have before, i  stayed low-key & out of the way….(mellow son, we spoke)

God sent this guy, meowing at my door:

Tiberius like tuna

Tiberius new cat about   Funkangeles is not sneezing

 

Hey!!! I’m allergic … named him Tiberius

 

Cat fancy… I like him!

He likes me

God watches

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Peach of a Pumpkin..it’s a squash

Story Challenge the letter P

Pumpkin up Chuck

Pumpkin too many seeds

As I was reading  thru the daily reader a blog i follow had a picture of a bag of Potatoes..The party usually writes the way i like to  read short and swift. And i can thank her for her encouragement… Potatoes DJ? spin that post!!  I have started to read the 400 words or more.  As I find my word count is increasing the more I post..   I’ve found out something about myself…..

I’m a blabber mouth..Yep so it my privilege to offer my p-nutty post.

Pumpkin  is a squash in vegetable family. It’s used for  food and recreation You may have seen squash in many colors and shades even Purple.  genus Cucurbita and the family Cucurbitaceae.   It’s derived from the greek word pepon which mean large melons..f. what a set of pepons?

Pumpion is what our british forefathers called it.. which we now called   Pumpkin.  A pumpkin can be grown up to seventy-five pounds and then some.

They are grown  commercially for feed for livestock and for food also ornamental..

For me personally  it always was my mom’s pumpkin pie with a hint of vanilla ..(now my sisters recipe) And how i would try to talk somebody or sister into helping me bake and salt the seeds, like they did in elementary school statesides.   Which classes in america haven’t baked pumpkin seeds during the holidays.  This hardy squash grows on every continent except Antarctica. The United States of America grows and market the highest yields of the industrial nations..

Pie and Jack-o-lanterns, given to us by the P that Pumpkin begins with..

Pumpkin porn

Pumpkin Porn

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Dracula the Count’s pissed! Installment I

The Count in a modern world….

     I was up late the other evening burning the midnight old.. working hard on a story….I’m up on the third floor attic room with the big picture window it’s affords me lots of privacy. I get important thesis and outlines done up here.  Mancave on high.. So I’m working hard…. focused on my screen… Becca…….huh? naw the details aren’t important…(heard from the screen) “yes baby all the way doown..ohoh…bang that frijole..you big nasty.     When i heard a light tapping at the window    but  because of my focus on getting this work done…the tapping turned into more of  banging? Then the tapping  got loud  &  louder…I cursed to myself,  dirtyfrickinglittleassholeshi!.darn it i said!.  I was almost done with this a ahum chapter outline….  And here is one of them damn neighbor kids is looking for one of my kids, they’re out! At sleepover i holler, f*ck Perky dingles nutz.. is what came to mind.  I’m on the third floor, they must have gotten a hold of ladder and climbed up..Dragging my ass over to windows, I see it’s not a kid at all. What i see in my window is  and old bald headed guy and with some f*cked-up  choppers…skin green.. But that wasn’t the worst of it the DUDE WAS JUST STANDING THERE,  F L O A T I N G!!!    LOOKING AT ME WITH RED/GOLD GLOWING EYES…
“WHERE IS THE YOUR LADDER” I SCREAMED”
 I was a thirteen year old girl meeting Justin Bieber, high pitched response , “How are you doing that that shit???”…blurted right out of my mouth. not waiting for and answer while slowly  backing up, i tripped over my pants.  Shockingly, around my ankles…. Not the time for this nor time for explanation/ justification, and..forget ya’ll, divorced ok??  dang.. falling on my bum, while backing up. I’m looking up at him thru the window and he doesn’t look to sadistically evil he just looks kinda pissed but still spooky, shit he’s floating.  He gesturing to me to get up and come over and open the window!  So looking around for witness or help..upon hearing nothing..but his craggy breathing outside the window..my words….” I, I, wait a a min minnuesha a sec..I” stammering like I lost my mind.  I got up to cross..I got a little bold.. I got a big  cross..a big silver cross yea… and silver bullets and silver gun and I eat and shit garlic…. so you don’t want no part of this and i got herpes t will that stop you?….Then I notice something strange, he had a pig with him…had it in his arm all the time..I didn’t notice this until it squealed. He looked at me then the pig and answered before i could even ask him.  He said.. “I mayhaps geth thy thirst, whilst we spaked…thusly i carry ah, how do-ith you young flesh bags say? A  fourtheth  , a houceth with thee, thus insuring that I  bringing no harm to thee. Or some crap like that, real Victorian spooky like..missing wasonly the spooky music. Easing over to my work station…Seing it was 3:30am, sunrise in two and half hours, note to self.   I picked up the blunt and smoked .. He saw me kick back and try to chill. Knowing i was decision making,  And so did he, after twenty min or so he took a slurp of pig..   I took a drag and checked to see if i had my damn camera phone. Finally having my courage steeled up. I rose and slowly approached and blurted……
YOU WANT TO BITE ME!!!   His response was, “No No not so, young flesh..” he spoked. “Since your-ith thyne writer, We have a need (i’ll translate 4 u now)  for someone like you. I  do require your service for which i shall reward you..
Shit I almost fell for it, until he said reward.  Naw mother fucker you ain’t rewarding me!!! fuck you, make me undead for the rest of time, no thanks, nope, no me, you got cash?   thirteen year old girl meeting Justin Bieber, high pitchedmy quick retort….. Which seem to fume him a  just a little. He then reached in his vest,  Pulled a gold coin out twirled it in his bony fingers and simultaneously took a pig slurp while keeping his spooky ass eyes on me. Flicking the coin and slurping all in one motion…     subconsciously showing me,
Dracula can multi-task.  I better watch myself with this dude.   I opened the window and invited him to a chair….fucker starts by showing off.  Turns himself  into mist, the pig drops to the floor with a thud..Still alive just woozy from blood loss. Then materializes in chair  next to my computer.  Spooky shit this is some spooky shit, bout to pinch a loaf off, got the give this dude serious props….Pale and pointy nosed and dank looking green, but smelled like Channel no. 5????  Wat the fuck’s going on?..self don’t fuck up. I pick up as he’s been talking.. ” I’m Count Vlad Dracula”..he said and was also speaking about igor his manservant.  It seems Igor went and opened a Facebook account, it was low key and personal and so he didn’t mind Igor,occupying his daytime hours with such a trivial things. Then that movie came out about the teen vampires and werewolves ..what was the name he ask me? Twilight I said.  “Ahh Twilight? Right craplight ever since that crap came out Igor and I can’t get these young fucker to leave me  the fuck alone….what is wrong with them???”  Here read this …he touches my screen and poof his email at fb shows up…his likes are  at 140,032,981 and it was rising as we spoke.. I read.. Texas, laredo..Igor I’ll show you it again if you’ll send your master over to suck me.. twilight is the best of all time..proms this weekend and i need to be looking drop dead goth Beth!.   Billy, Ohio, dude count!  make me a vampire so i won’t  be so sucky? but I’d be real sucky.  Compton..Phlydog,  count fuck twilight  with your bitch ass.  I’m gang bangalanging  and if you could come over and make me a werewolves i’ll be all to smell the wimmin in heat and i won’t have to use a cap anymore i’ll be able to tear shit up..hook a ninja up..yo. See? assine comments he complained with that thick accent I continued..    BH, Cal..Buffy former vampire slayer… count,  i can’t get any work, everybody want to be a damn vampire, they won’t let me kill anything..    soooo if i can like, come over to your casket,  maybe this weekend???  I’m going to join u guys…and this type of messages went on for pages.  As I read, he slouch down further and reached for his forty ounce pig and took a slurp…then to my surprise he reached into the ashtray  and grabbed the blunt.  Putting it to his wrinkled thin ass  lips,  it just lit, from the far end….how?  Where do he get those toys??   Internally… I inquired
   
  Looking over at the notorious  Count Vlad Dracula of Transylvania from my chair he didn’t look that notorious right now. He was a shell of the vicious killer we all heard about as children, he looked tired and beat .. I felt a tinge of  sadness for this demon, lost without no one to  fear him, the world has  changed..   What chance do he have?  We spoke a little more he told about the three sister….. I don’t know, maybe because i could understand him and related and he didn’t bite me. I wanted to help. 
Some of these kids today are insensitive, are so passe.. spoiled, computer twenty-four seven. Cars at sixteen…. momma i want a tatoo on my hoohoo…and cruel I hope you die daddy, i want to be a vampire! i can do  make-up  sooo cool and not much is needed.. And look mom & dad… you’ll never have to pay for a funeral..ever! see!  Alway looking for the silver lining. So count is blunted now and he’s upside down… floating about the chair..yup upside down..fucked up and sad. What the hell am I to do?   He want helps, he needs help…i gotta  help this guy…I kinda like this blunt smoking, pig slurping upside down  chap!   Hey Count smile..As I snapped a pic……
My evening with the count

The Count

I’m going need help..
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Minichillerthriller…
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WriteAttitude

Yo…!! dis is how we be rollin today, ingest with your morning strudel ..poem rhyming up…thx’s  yo!! out loud please with attitude
Kingpin

Kingpin

I dream of  writing
like a kingpin

Every word I give rites
Stand for something.
Just Pure havoc  with words.
Not clean but concise
Three maybe two words
Quietly supplants knife
I run words down
like a Kingpin
words flee and escape,
hide trembling
lackadaisical is out 
for being lazy and of good effort 
And elusive will try 
to alter or change records
I need to write like a Kingpin
In this Kingdom of words
Finagling, conjuring, stories big winded
And Long tales short
For if I am not
The Kingpin of writing
Wreckin up on words
Is what it do.
Then today’s only concession 
Is to fuck up proper adverbs or nouns 
and a phrase here
there  
or two
And I…
wishing to  be
writer kingpin
Respects  a  large master writing crew.
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Respect. Wordpress Blogger!..


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Where Are the Most Promiscuous Cities in the US?- The Heart Beat – MSN Living

Thinking about blogging from  Chicago…ijs

A full list of the Top 10 Most Promiscuous Cities for Men is below. Again, the percentage notes the amount of men who say they’ve had upwards of seven partners.

Chicago – 72 percent

Birmingham, Ala. – 70 percent

Las Vegas – 68 percent

Oklahoma City, Okla. – 64 percent

Atlanta – 62 percent

Phoenix – 61 percent

Philadelphia – 59 percent

Hoboken, N.J. – 57 percent

Richmond, Va. – 55 percent

Hartford, Conn. – 54 percent

via Where Are the Most Promiscuous Cities in the US?- The Heart Beat – MSN Living.

I live in Los Angeles  bringing  the average down,is  my personal contribution..

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