JPG Magazine: MsB

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Friday, March 28, 2008

Perfect


Ok, I'll stop with the boring poetry for a minute. I'm just obsessed with it at the moment. But I change obsessions often. I'm sure another will be barreling down the pike soon. Funny thing that is, changing compulsions. Got to have one or I feel lost and forlorn. Faulty genetic circuitry no doubt.

So Sunday is start day again for interferon. That would be the third start of this round. Virus didn't come back after two weeks off. I feel pretty good right now and hate to start but it's apparent that it helps my liver, and if I could clear for good I might be able to live with the cirrhosis as it stands now. But I didn't clear the virus three years ago so really theres no likelihood I would this time. So then would rely on the liver transplant. Unfortunately the new liver would eventually deteriorate from the hep-c still in my system.

But its been fun the last two weeks anyway. Gotta count the small stuff. And all my obsessions and compulsions to keep me busy. Boredom is bad news for this girly.

OOOO, tomorrow I am going to be in a parade with adoptable retired greyhounds. Sweet dogs after they have been resocialized. After their time at the track, and they are no longer racing, they usually get put down. There are a number of greyhound rescues in this area. Tuscon, AZ has a big track so the groups go down and get some of the dogs on the hit list and help them find families. Cool, don't you think?

And the dog park update is they have the fence up and the plumbing in. Next, grass seed and grow and three cuttings and about May we will be open. I'm still an honorary (ornery) board member. Cool. See my life is just to cool.

Boyfriend and I have decided to work hard to get me well. He isn't really a bad guy. I've been involved with worse, for sure. We just view things differently. But he's really nice to dogs. Thats the BIG plus I have based my staying in relationship with him on. And he's really funny when he's in the mood to be funny. I look at all the work my sister and her husband have had to work out in their relationship and I get humble.

Well that's life for me today. I'm in bed with my laptop, Lucy Blu is curled up on my feet. Pete's on the floor wishing he could climb the ladder to my bed and the rest of the house hold is off doing what ever it is that they do. Next week.... no I don't want to think about next week. Just want to enjoy my moment. Good night. :+) Sweet dreams. #+}

Thursday, March 27, 2008

I'm on a roll now

You'll never work in this town again

The big C

brain snatcher squatting between ears

and his partner Tank ramrodding thru

internal organs

playing tennis

gangbanging at the ho down

just a little guy from the past

working the liver for years

quite, unobtrusive

then

one day like a Santa Ana wind

the big stretch across the desert

a million of them manifested

declare the war is on

nothing personal

your fault fuck head

your body is ours now

what ya gonna do bout it?

declare war?



Fuck'n A

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Monday, March 24, 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008

In my dreams

I Changed my blogs name. No excuses and no reason I can remember. So..... The first Chakra still works and will bring you here. This may take up to three days. Crap Shoot will take you some where else.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


Got to grow up

to know the fact

That rhyme or two

just wont do

The reason isnt hard

A nickel and a dime

wont by any time

Take a quarter or more

just to get four

When did it end?

Must have been last week

we saw the comet go by

Man it was fly

Written on the tail

was, the jokes on you

from the God of infinitem

Only the cosmos have the time

Brother you got a dime?

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Saturday, March 15, 2008

A dogs life


These dogs think life is just a romp in the back yard, fighting over pine cones, barking at the UPS guy, and laying in the sun. They go to the dog park when I feel up to it. And they so love all their dog buddy's. These guys are so much like kids in dog suits.

Sometimes they get into arguments over who knows what. Pete bites Lu's lips and Lu sits on Pete. Yesterday, Lu just couldn't shake Pete. I'm surprised he has lips left. And they make this horrible sound. but then it's over and they are back to being best friends again. These guys really have it going on in my opinion. Nothing really shakes them.

Yesterday, a nurse from my liver team called me and said my white count was 0.6. don't go out into crowds this week end and don't take your shot on Sunday. I had plans, now I don't. I'll just sit around and make observations about my pets. Ahhh, the life of Riley.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

5 day black out so it must be fiction

writing class piece


Scandal and the Girl

The day after the new year of nineteen seventy nine, in a drunken frenzy, Brigit had opened her eyes in disbelief. Was Juan sitting on the end of the bed? And what bed could it possibly be? The TV was chained to the brick wall and Gideon had left that tell tale sign… a motel room. Juan, the sweet but not so smart guy, was there but not her boy friend du jour. And now things were starting to get tricky as the Johnny Walker fog began to lift. Questions needed answers.

Her clothes were still on, a good sign and Don Juan’s were also intact. Just sitting there, he was starring at her like she had two heads or something equally freakish. She smiled and acted nonchalant. The insult was returned. And where was that bottle of clarity, she thought as she slowly surveyed the room for the bottle of scotch, and instead spotted five pounds of weed wrapped ever so familiar paper of last years Christmas.

Shit, what had she done now and where the fuck was she? And why wasn’t Surfer boy here. “Hey Juan, where ya hidden’ the bottle?” she spit. Quickly he produced an almost dead solder, just a spider left. Even a blind hog could tell he wasn’t into giving it up. “Gimme”, she barked like an alpha dog. He complied. There was just enough in the bottle to give her the incentive to get up and look out the window. Pulling back the greasy curtains, all she could see was dark and rain on the foggy window, just another dreary night on the Northern Oregon coast. A perfect night for a scandal was afoot on the cold winter’s eve.

“Hey Bud, we got any blow? Or just that ragweed over there?” was her question to the questions she had no answers for. He slowly pulled out of his little watch pocket a baggie that looked promising. Out of it came a vial and a little to cute, just for snorting cocaine, spoon. She swallowed her snide remarks about the spoon he was filling and tapping, filling and tapping, waiting until it was just his kind of right. Disgusted, she made a small impatient gesture with her pinkie to her left nostril.

She wanted to just grab it with her garish nails and speed things up a bit. “Here baby cakes; let me do it so we don’t spill.” She sounded like she was instructing a young child in the art of cookie making. Then she snatched the bag and clawed a hefty whiff out, not once, not twice, but three times. Juan was a bit slow on the uptake but he managed to regain his status as master of the drug, a rather dubious distinction.

And now that Brigit could think again she realized that it was no great reward to think. And it gave her the need to upchuck in the garbage can at the bed side. As she began to feel bit bad about the placement of the puke she noticed the whole room was in considerable disarray. A bit of puke in the garbage can would not really be out of place. And now with all the amenities attended to that would straighten out her thinking she popped the question. “Where are we and why are we here.” And it was no surprise that Juan didn’t have the answer either.

She could almost imagine what the honky surfer turned drugstore cowboy might have to say about this delightful little adventure his best friend and girlfriend had consorted and expedited. It brought a chill to the bottom of her soul and sadness filled her heart. She was so sick and tired of waking up sick and tired. And she thought about how nice heaven would be. Maybe she would fly out to Miami in the morning for a change of luck.

Sunday, March 09, 2008


Saturday, March 08, 2008

Thursday, March 06, 2008

The fat little crocuses are up

The funk has lifted

The cloud has lifted, literally. The sun is shining and it is warm. Nothing much else has changed since last week. Accept I just stopped worrying for a while. Nothing got done. Oh well. Yesterday I felt well enough to address the things at needed done without being to attached. I feel better.

With that said, and much to be done, I am going to think of a fun thing to do today. The wind isn't blowing like a snapping dog today, so it's possible I may enlist my camera in this fun. I put all my raw format data on an external hard drive yesterday so now my computer has room to work again.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Another fraud from my post a book to buy.

http://www.npr.org/blogs/tellmemore/2008/03

another lambasting:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/04/books/04fake.html?
I guess if it's fiction no one wants to read it and if it's a memoir it better be true. Another novel bites the dust.

I tell the truth and nobody likes it.


Cat space

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

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