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dear angera

EMAIL to my (vegan) [half-Japanese]  friend who got married in a fairy tale style wedding last weekend and is in hawaii this week. She ordered some Tupperware at the Waffle Party. This note just made me laugh, I hope it makes you laugh too. This is just how we talk to each other … lolz.


Hey gangsta

Yer BANANA GUNS are here. Yeah, that’s right, those obnoxious yellow weird shaped pieces of crap you bought for some dumbass charity.

What d’ya want me to do with them??

Hope your honeymoon was scrumptious and that you are fat, happy and preggers by now.



P.S. ANGERA – YOU were the most radiant bride I’ve ever seen!!  It made me puke with giddiness *xoxoxo*


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From my friend over at thereafterish – she challenged readers to compose a poem from a random rhyme generator.

This is what I got from the words ‘vegan,’ yogi’ and ‘reject’ and 5 minutes of writing. I actually like it; it was fun!

Once upon a time I aspired to be vegan
Just one PETA video and I was ready to begin
Daily I gorged myself on gourmet char-grilled seitan
and freshly made salads topped with candied pecans
But one day my Yoga master, a respected old fogey
told me I had to have dairy if I wanted to be a strong yogi
Laughing in his face I continued to select
the very best rice cheeses & soymilks I could detect
He told me I was bordering on disrespect
And threatened to toss me out of this exclusive sect
So now I practice at home, a veganic yoga reject.

PS Fuzzy Baby Kitties! xoxoxo

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‘smart choices’ not so smart

Don’t be fooled by a stupid label. The foods that are best for you, generally don’t have any packaging or labels!! Fruits & Veggies!!! DUH.

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Poetical technologies …

My pages have been updated – now links, photos etc. are consolidated there. I’m changing my title back after doing a search and finding this name to be claimed by someone else …
and now an unfinished poem, inspired by my uber saturation with social media marketing over the past few days …

tango – ing
twitter – ing
blog post
before my eyes
a spread of
techie cloud computing
conversation effect [affect]
community interface?
all traveling
at bits per second
meta sites …
mini feeds …
micro blogging …

it’s all so …

MIND boggling

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Black Celebration

This Depeche Mode song could have multiple meanings right now … nationally, personally, etc.
Here’s to great music – which gets you through all life’s experiences, sad and joyful.

Lets have a black celebration
Black celebration

To celebrate the fact
That weve seen the back
Of another black day

I look to you
How you carry on
When all hope is gone
Cant you see

Your optimistic eyes
Seem like paradise
To someone like

I want to take you
In my arms
Forgetting all I couldnt do today

Black celebration
Black celebration

To celebrate the fact
That weve seen the back
Of another black day

I look to you
And your strong belief
Me, I want relief

I want so much
Want to feel your touch

Take me in your arms
Forgetting all you couldnt do today

Black celebration
Ill drink to that
Black celebration

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Sleep post test

Check out the Sleep pose test .  I found it pretty accurate, witty and fun 🙂  My [couples] sleep pose is “The Excalibur”



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Sharing a piece of Rumi

A Delicate Girl


The terrible grief of being human! Let

us drink it all, but with a difference.


We sit with Junnaiyd and Bestami. The

moon rising here cannot be covered with


cloud. There are no deaths for lovers.

Who is the self? A delicate girl that


flows out when we draw the sword of

selfless action. This earth eats men


and women, and yet we are sent to eat

the world, this place that tries to fool


us with tomorrow. Wait until tomorrow,

which we outwit by enjoying only this


now. We gather at night to celebrate

being human. Sometimes we call out low


to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea,

but the sea does not get smaller! We


eat the clouds and evening light. We

are slaves tasting the royal wine.



Right now it is snowing heavily on Pontiac. Makes me miss upstate a little … trying to figure out the immediate future is slow going. Each little thing dependent on the next on the next on the next … etc.


Some Kiss We Want


There is some kiss we want with

our whole lives, the touch of


spirit on the body. Seawater

begs the pear to break its shell.


And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild darling! At


night, I open the window and ask

the moon to come and press its


face against mine. Breathe into

me. Close the language-door and


open the love-window. The moon

won’t use the door, only the window.



Someone who does not run

toward the allure of love

walks a road where nothing


lives. But this dove here

senses the love hawk floating

above, and waits, and will not


be driven or scared to safety.

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