Chameleon.esque Medicine Cards shout out years to be Live from...Above Ground. transmission: June fourth, nineteen, oh wait.
two thousand twenty two. It's all about being free to be an Artist
and being allowed to be 'free' to do so. Masks and etheric shackles
coming off...eventually is goal hopeful.Jezuz, X, buona fortuna Memorial Day 2022 Stories for Grandkiddie Wwwoes n throws balls at the beach vid *heart on sleeve*
Placeholder 4 where do I sign, Rhymesayers to maybe start with
a clip, sign to absolve them of legal liability in using my snippets
and shorts https://minimoonbeam.blogspot.com/p/2019.html
Placeholder 4 Cheryl Crowe, First Cut is the Deepest
So my files have to be really small, I'm doing too heavy long audio and then video files ov 'spoken word' too much for DSL to handle, haven't figured out how to upload the audio .m4a files I've created in last few days for 'review'. Update on, that TEST test, REAL
I'm struggling with the computer like never before, so fuggin burnt to a crisp with past career/poetry/pix0/ site, long periods of spiritual stasis, etc., causing preventative stress, my parent's subtropical healthcare brick wall assortment. Too much to say and not the internet speed seclusion or thyme. That will ameleorate. Rhymesayers stray hig ae scheck, check, check, intro, 2date files too large to upload, etc. and on an an on an onnnnnnand ON> Or I should say no cell phone service. But I just learned the wireless cell phone service was just erected a tower in our little beloved neighboring shiiithole town. I resist this stuff because being a ti since before birth has been a freaquing beeach and the more wireless soup the more paranoia. Gotta keep that shit in check, check, check, one.
So I have to be really careful : May I Harm No N0 One . period so mote it be ('prayer)
caution: slightly explicit lyrics:
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| ANCIENT history February 14, 1984, NYC, wedding day, the Bitch on Wheels. TOTAL loser with live with men and Husbands ... In becoming ripped apart so struggling to get divorced in 1989, because Blue Moon was in danger of being taken by the Commonwealth, discovered that NYC & co, had either -- and to date possibly 'lost' our marriage certificate OR IT WAS NEVER FILED by the then aggregiously late Abbmeister himself &/or associates like the Justice of the Peace IDK but my former horrible choice of an alchololic horrible lawyer could never locate our licesnce. Since then soon to be free ex hubby had free daddy lawyers and had stolen ALL my belongings except the clothes on my back and my backpack full of U/Mass Boston textbooks assuming now the actual certificate was real or fake, but it was in fact not imagined I saw the thing myself at the time perhaps it was cleverly crafted fake we did get a blood test, right..? ex hubby had Squirreled it away in some file I never had access to Bear again it's still a mystery 2 me but dont gives a f*uck anymore All I have are the photos and !phoofe!proofe ANCIENT history I ain't no fuggin 'little fluffy' neither are any sisters, beeach I Did Not Want to Leave: I was FORCED to protect both families: Giovannis AND Hoffbergers and it basically temporarily stole my soul but I took it back | |
Wearing some really nice black coat can't remember if it was borrowed, with a silk velvet antique long dress that was detailed so beautiful, probably grew out of it after supper. It was a hondo at a local Mass Ave boutique real close and cherry to home. I had shopped that day for 'a dress' but had not found anything. possibly I had to get the hondo and go back, that was bigger bucks in the 70s, and it was still there waiting for us. Some stupid purple hat that looked like a patriot from concord had been splashed with purple rain. hair braided overnight poofed out a bit for a while. Groom drank too much champagne night before at reception supper, probably a shock to Abbs & the Saint, lawrence river couple beloved, provided reveal supper, and stays for us at the Chelsea Hotel down?town, poor kid/groom or any of us for that matter didn't know what was being engineered seeds in some fetid garden somewhere for families to possibly transpire @ that whatever time. Abbs took it real when met Bino with grace and elegance, yet a look on his face that said it all. WTF.
All stayed elegant even with the realization that they were polar opposites. It felt like a B movie. But hey, I was supposed to provide the puppies. So that would be good, right? We all were just trying to make the best of confusion situation without knowing what was being railroaded for us.
Anyway Abbs & the Saint really stepped up to the plate for us to have a great time and be real impressed by their generosity having us put up and fed two days/nights in the Big Apple. It was beautiful. So grateful for those memories. Wish I hadn't been such a mean little bwitch but opportunity to heal that has been permanently detroyed this life, buried in ancient history for the good of all.
It felt like a movie because of the celebrity couple. Didn't even know the power of the Chelsea experience, nor the Sloppy Louis restaurant after marriage reveal, it ain't there no more. The food was fabulous, I believe it offered italian and fresh pesce. But memory is a funny thing and sometimes is elusive or just plain subjective.
Anyway, it was beautiful, painful for the generous couple with my fam pretty much ok with it, and hubby's fam in the know but hanging in with it.
they have a loving family, Bubby Hoffman was there adoring her kids as usual, Jack, Phyllis, great Uncle, Aunts, beloved Rose was there. The supper before was good too but I was so nervous and embarrased of what Bino did for our cheerios. So bewildered, proud and confused by those memories still but overall feel blessed even with the murderous screw tightening bullshit humans everywhere have to endure to be allowed to incarnate on this beloved 3rd rock.
Went through some old photos too that friends had provided me in recent years, and just put them in seaquence. Plan to upload some more ancient history for shits and giggle. Like more rare ones of my first husband and me in the same photo. I loved that young man with all my angry possessive heart. I loved him to the Universe, to the galaxy and back. Wanted us to be debt ridden slaves like my parents working too hard to make it in massachusetts. To work all life, pay off a mort gage for retirement in own home. American Nightmare posited as a dream. We took the bait, and over the grind it chewed and spit us out onto the pave.
Please hang in there MIB in particular and everywhere ok? U n. urz. In this camp: No. Pills. No. Alcohol. Naturopathy ok, supplements as good as possible and detox is beloved but elusive but done recently, it's an ongoing process with that to keep your emotions clear through a temple. Not preaching to the choir. And that ain't no April fools joke. Still crazy after...and have to fight constantly this bitch mouth on wheels syndrome...with diamonds on the souls of yer shooz.
Signing off for now, some later insomniac uploading possibly. Crispy on the 'ole c0mpuketer. Chique, chock cheque, check. No sound. 'tsalrright'. Not now but dream might be where do I sign. Hey, even I can dream, right along with you. Y'allz in my heart anyway. Can't help but love the music and rhyme stayers now. Shit. Still afraid to be explicit about beloved folk srehto.
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