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[annaswirls]

Hey Tzara~ I had a similiar jaw popping syndrome....can be annoying but I kind of started to like it, played the jaw pop gymboree, toe crack two step.... I kind of miss my rhythm section, but there is always my crunchy neck to get me grooving.

As far as grinding your teeth, dude, that is not good. Have you bought one of those teeth guards they make for hockey players? I used one for a while, I think it helped. My jaw was saying Okay okay already I will stop with the grinding, get this plastic out of my mouth. Gotta humiliate your body into submission sometimes.

Do you ever have nightmares that your teeth are falling out? Lord, it is so horrible....

Hope things destress at work a bit, maybe your jaw wants to help out -- has the squeeky wheel syndrome. Maybe you should let it have a go at your IN pile.

 

[bogusbrig]

I promised myself when I walked out of my well paid job to be a starving artist in a leaky garret and devoted my life to second rate art that I will never let the outside world stress me again.

Now I do commissions and have tight deadlines for people who don't want to pay and have tax men insisting I should be paying more tax because I'm living to a standard above my income. I'm living on money that I have yet to receive! Why don't tax men chase the rich? I know why, the rich employ smarter accountants than the state revenue employ.

Would I go back to my well paid job? Naah. Going down to the haven and having a beer at lunch time with the knowledge I don't have to go back to work if I don't want to is compensation enough. More than compensation enough when there is attractive company to muse over and revel in evil thoughts. The tax man can't tax my enjoyment of beautiful company.

 

[WickedEve]

I read that a person needs to drink more than five cups of green tea each day. I could read that sitting on a young cactus improves health and I'd probably do it. So, by drinking more than five cups of green tea, I've gained a new hobby--going to the bathroom frequently. This morning, I was multitasking: enjoying my new hobby, leaning over to the side, and adjusting the water temp for my shower. I was quite surprised when the water hit me directly in the face. Then a blink or two and I was stunned by a vision of a puppy, hanging by its neck from the showerhead, which was tilted at an unnatural angle--at least, it wasn't natural to me, since I got blasted right in the kisser. It turned out to be a small, stuffed dog. I'm pretty sure it was left as a message from one of my kids. What has mommy done now--besides drink too much tea? I've decided to pick up a couple of rubber snakes at the local dollar store, today. I know the girls will appreciate a little more excitement than just bubbles in the bathtub.

 

[annaswirls]

"If I fuck you will you leave me alone"
is not the reaction
I was hoping for

 

[WickedEve]

"I used conditioner on my pubes while I was in the shower."

Then he tells me to hold. I hold. No reply. He's driving in his car and talking to me on his cell. I don't hear anything. Maybe he wrecked. He could be bleeding in the middle of the road. Great. The last thing he'll remember about me is my soft pubes.

 

[Tzara]

Travel

I think that I have talked before about how when the pilots pressurize the airplane cabin, I get sleepy. So it was again today. They close the door and reduce the oxygen and I immediately conk out. Never, though, for very long. I drop into catnap. Usually twenty or thirty minutes, sometimes as little as ten.

Anyway, today I slept briefly. Completely out.

When I came to, we were turning right onto the launch runway. I looked out the window at the heavy brown smog and the barren mountains behind and thought, That's odd. There must be Santa Ana winds today. We should be making a left turn. We almost never take off in this direction.

Then through the small oblong windows I saw the Empire State Building, a castle, and a pyramid and knew that I was in Las Vegas. It was yesterday that I was in Orange County.

Then I thought I need a new job.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Seems I stay sick all the time. Either a headache from sappy sinuses or bronchitis from allergies that trail down ...

I had a migraine for 3 days. I wake up this am, it's gone. The crazy part .... no matter what I took or did it would not stop pounding my temples or blindsighting my vision. Lil tiny glittering specks danced before my eyes for days while the rain pounded up my back making cartwheel spokes poke and prod a splashing goo-brain.

adjectives, what a glory to behold eh ... giving it up while I 'm behind ...

 

[wildsweetone]

Seems I stay sick all the time. Either a headache from sappy sinuses or bronchitis from allergies that trail down ...

I had a migraine for 3 days. I wake up this am, it's gone. The crazy part .... no matter what I took or did it would not stop pounding my temples or blindsighting my vision. Lil tiny glittering specks danced before my eyes for days while the rain pounded up my back making cartwheel spokes poke and prod a splashing goo-brain.

adjectives, what a glory to behold eh ... giving it up while I 'm behind ...

Sorry to hear you suffer from migraines, RF. Glad you're feeling better now. Do you know what causes yours?

They were a 10 year learning curve for me. And now my son is getting them. The latest info from drs here is that one should take three ibuprofen (anti-inflammatories) and drink LOTS of water as soon as the onset of the migraine occurs (i.e. the flashing lights, black spots, etc). This is meant to help open the blood veins to the brain and the water helps keep the blood thin (or something). If those things haven't helped within half an hour then my son is to take a hefty strong pill (which I completely forget the name of and which you will likely call something else anyway). Last time I took my son to the dr with one, he could not talk, could not see and was barely able to walk. Vomiting was touch and go for him most of the time. The dr put in a drip for fluids, added in painkiller and anti-nausea meds and within 30 minutes he had his eyes open and was telling jokes.

Migraines are mostly caused by diet. The four major foods that cause migraines are cheese, oranges and chocolate and caffeine (which comes in coffee/tea/milo/soft drinks/chocolate etc). Knocking out one of those things at a time from your diet should give you a good indication of whether that's caused them or not.

 

[vampiredust]

my neck and hands are always tanned. why is that?

London is freezing at the mo but I'm still brown on those parts. i am a mutant, a la x-men style. either that or i have permanent fever...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Sorry to hear you suffer from migraines, RF. Glad you're feeling better now. Do you know what causes yours?

They were a 10 year learning curve for me. And now my son is getting them. The latest info from drs here is that one should take three ibuprofen (anti-inflammatories) and drink LOTS of water as soon as the onset of the migraine occurs (i.e. the flashing lights, black spots, etc). This is meant to help open the blood veins to the brain and the water helps keep the blood thin (or something). If those things haven't helped within half an hour then my son is to take a hefty strong pill (which I completely forget the name of and which you will likely call something else anyway). Last time I took my son to the dr with one, he could not talk, could not see and was barely able to walk. Vomiting was touch and go for him most of the time. The dr put in a drip for fluids, added in painkiller and anti-nausea meds and within 30 minutes he had his eyes open and was telling jokes.

Migraines are mostly caused by diet. The four major foods that cause migraines are cheese, oranges and chocolate and caffeine (which comes in coffee/tea/milo/soft drinks/chocolate etc). Knocking out one of those things at a time from your diet should give you a good indication of whether that's caused them or not.

I have been a coffee alcoholic, lol. Now I have moved onto green tea with lemon and honey. I still have to have my coffee but I have slowed wayyyy down. Maybe I am detoxing from withdrawls

Thank you Sweet

 

[champagne1982]

I have been a coffee alcoholic, lol. Now I have moved onto green tea with lemon and honey. I still have to have my coffee but I have slowed wayyyy down. Maybe I am detoxing from withdrawls

Thank you Sweet

Green tea packs one helluva caffiene wallop. Check that yours is decaf. I hate to think of anyone suffering, take care.

 

[bogusbrig]

Tea is good for you with all its anti-oxidents. I read a theory once that the industrial revolution could have started in one of three countries at the time it did, Britain, Holland or Japan. Holland got knocked out of the running because they didn't drink tea and so the labouring classes weren't imunized against infection and so population growth couldn't happen because of prevalent deseases at the time. Japan who were/are big tea drinkers decided against mechanisation because it took work away from people and would cause unrest. Britain's labouring classes drank tea and so were imunized to a certain extent and the population could grow and Britain's government weren't concerned about people losing jobs because of their laissez faire attitude.

Tea is good for you and I would take it intravenously if possible. You just can't beat a tea break.

Hmm There is a poem there.

 

[normal jean]

I have been a coffee alcoholic, lol. Now I have moved onto green tea with lemon and honey. I still have to have my coffee but I have slowed wayyyy down. Maybe I am detoxing from withdrawls

Thank you Sweet

hey

I suffered for years from migraines. I just want to add a product to your list people might not realize is affecting them. It was my main trigger.

Artificial smoke flavoring. it is added to all sorts of foods, especially my favorite cheese, provolone., There is a non smoked variety, thank goodness

but, its in potato chips, canned foods, lots of things. Oh and dark chocolate is a trigger for me but not regular chocolate, wonder why....

and WSO mentioned oranges, while I am not bothered by actual citrus fruit, the essences that are used in some airfresheners immedietly zap me and make me ill. so, there are environmental causes too...it sucks that people have to hurt.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Wow, what a generous response. I am very flattered and touched ...




I had to come online for a brief moment
to share this evenings activities with everyone ...


I was given a spa treatment from all three of my children


I was told to lay back, relax, let all those worries float away from Mommy twelve yr. old.

Big Brother who is six, decides he is in charge of my feet. Hot, yes my friends, they boiled the water on the stove decided to soak my feet in it and the rest ...

Mommy was gonna "wash" my hair in.

Four yr. old Precious Baby Boy was in charge of the mud mask this evening ...*carrot mud mask* was what he had lined up.

Over an hour later, hair half washed with a glass bowl.
The whole back of my hair was still dry, I had shampoo still in the sides, and let's not even talk about the front ...

Feet, went from red lobsters to wrinkled ice house shoes. Pink toe nails were a wonderfulllll addition to this home spa night. Yes, big brother painted alllll ten plus ...

My mud mask they all decided was editable, right off my face ... carrots apparently taste better this way ... It also adorns my bathroom walls, floor and door. Pecious baby boy ... is a fantastic painter, mucker ... spackler

The kicker ...

Happy Early Birthday Mommy ... song.
Who could ask for more?

 

[normal jean]

Wow, what a generous response. I am very flattered and touched ...




I had to come online for a brief moment
to share this evenings activities with everyone ...


I was given a spa treatment from all three of my children


I was told to lay back, relax, let all those worries float away from Mommy twelve yr. old.

Big Brother who is six, decides he is in charge of my feet. Hot, yes my friends, they boiled the water on the stove decided to soak my feet in it and the rest ...

Mommy was gonna "wash" my hair in.

Four yr. old Precious Baby Boy was in charge of the mud mask this evening ...*carrot mud mask* was what he had lined up.

Over an hour later, hair half washed with a glass bowl.
The whole back of my hair was still dry, I had shampoo still in the sides, and let's not even talk about the front ...

Feet, went from red lobsters to wrinkled ice house shoes. Pink toe nails were a wonderfulllll addition to this home spa night. Yes, big brother painted alllll ten plus ...

My mud mask they all decided was editable, right off my face ... carrots apparently taste better this way ... It also adorns my bathroom walls, floor and door. Pecious baby boy ... is a fantastic painter, mucker ... spackler

The kicker ...

Happy Early Birthday Mommy ... song.
Who could ask for more?

RF

I know you know how lucky you are, right? my youngest is "off" to college and while she is still sort of close, ( 65 miles) I miss her and things have changed. its weird, not like I expected, better in some ways, worse in others, but its good. you will be fine, just relax and let them take control, it means as much to them as it does to you, red feet and all



j

 

[RhymeFairy]

RF

I know you know how lucky you are, right? my youngest is "off" to college and while she is still sort of close, ( 65 miles) I miss her and things have changed. its weird, not like I expected, better in some ways, worse in others, but its good. you will be fine, just relax and let them take control, it means as much to them as it does to you, red feet and all



j

I do know how lucky I am. They are my life and I do let them "take over" wayyy to often it seems but life is short, time moves fast and we have to go with the flow.

It was a totally unexpected surprise and I loved every gory moment, lol.

Another funny ... they then decided to "do" each other. One at a time they prodded and picked, lathered and slathered. Big brother now has spiked army hair, lil precious would not get outta the footsie water, decided he wanted to just sit in it allll night and mommy says she will do it for all the women in the neighborhood, for the low low price of one dollar ...

Was a night to remember ...

 

[Tzara]

Homeland Security

We were at home tonight, doing nothing special. I was in the basement, looking at books (as I have said before, we have a lot of books, shelved all over the house). My wife was upstairs in her office, working on her computer. The doorbell rang. It was dark—after seven o'clock, I think.

My wife clumped down the stairs to the door. No one was there.

"They leave anything?" I asked. "Check the mailbox." Our house is old and has a mail slot next to the door.

She found something. "That's weird," I heard her say. She came downstairs to show me.

There was a slip of paper and a cardboard box, roughly the size of a small aspirin bottle. The box had a message printed on it: This empty box has been delivered to your household as part of a test exercise in emergency preparedness. There is no emergency now. To learn more about this test exercise, please visit. . . It then listed contact information for the web site of the county public health organization.

The side of the box said: In an actual emergency, you should monitor the media for directions from public officials on how to protect yourself or receive help.

The leaflet accompanying this said that this was a test of distributing medicine in case of a bioterror attack. The postal service delivered the box, accompanied by a police officer.

That was odd, I thought. It's Sunday. No mail service.

The doorbell rang again. Twice, this time, in rapid succession. No one there.

I kept the box.

 

[vampiredust]

My back hurts. I was sitting in the lecture for close to two hours and then it started to really really hurt. I have a three hour lecture tomorrow, yikes is all I can say to that.

 

[RhymeFairy]

My back hurts. I was sitting in the lecture for close to two hours and then it started to really really hurt. I have a three hour lecture tomorrow, yikes is all I can say to that.

Hoping your back gets to feeling better. I know how that can be and it aint no picnic in paddington square ... Maybe try heat/ice compresses, whichever works best for you. Then pop a couple ibufrofen

 

[Maria2394]

We were at home tonight, doing nothing special. I was in the basement, looking at books (as I have said before, we have a lot of books, shelved all over the house). My wife was upstairs in her office, working on her computer. The doorbell rang. It was dark—after seven o'clock, I think.

My wife clumped down the stairs to the door. No one was there.

"They leave anything?" I asked. "Check the mailbox." Our house is old and has a mail slot next to the door.

She found something. "That's weird," I heard her say. She came downstairs to show me.

There was a slip of paper and a cardboard box, roughly the size of a small aspirin bottle. The box had a message printed on it: This empty box has been delivered to your household as part of a test exercise in emergency preparedness. There is no emergency now. To learn more about this test exercise, please visit. . . It then listed contact information for the web site of the county public health organization.

The side of the box said: In an actual emergency, you should monitor the media for directions from public officials on how to protect yourself or receive help.

The leaflet accompanying this said that this was a test of distributing medicine in case of a bioterror attack. The postal service delivered the box, accompanied by a police officer.

That was odd, I thought. It's Sunday. No mail service.

The doorbell rang again. Twice, this time, in rapid succession. No one there.

I kept the box.

there was an old movie with Peter Fonda and Loretta Swit called Race with the Devil. It was creepy like your box incident. THey knew the devil worshipers were onto them by a school bus full of kids...bit it was SUNDAY!!

yeek yeek yeek!


on the Dark Continent of South Carolina *******

we still have blue laws which prevent us from buying certain items at certain times, like clothing items from 12 am to 130 pm on Sundays...


poem by Wicked Eve.

 

[RhymeFairy]

she was ask to watch lil sister.

bike riding, laughing having the time
of their innocent lives. chain slipped, lil one
hollers, sister ... come help.
bike slides, as big sister chats along
with neighboring boys. speeding truck
left scalding skid marks as lil sister slipped
under the wheels ...


~~A shock to the whole county. One of my daughters school mates is big sister. She now has a week off of school. Lil one, has gone to visit all the angels in heaven ... I swear I have never cried so much in my life. As a mother of a daughter and two lil ones, this has broken my heart to pieces ...

r.i.p.

 

[WickedEve]

He's in Florida this week, and we're finally in the same time zone again. Though still too far away. I keep pretending that he'll drive all the way to Virginia to visit. Actually, he doesn't really visit. Visiting around here consists of sitting on the front porch and talking. He'd come for a fuck. He'd drive to Virginia to fuck me, like he's done before. Okay, he flew to Virginia to fuck me. Wow. I actually got a man to travel two thousand miles to fuck me--more than once. I must be super pussy or something. I'm going to stitch a big P on all my black t-shirts. Well... besides my dead ex, he's the only other man I've fucked. So, I guess calling myself Super Pussy is kind of pushing it a little. Maybe Swell Pussy. Or Adequate Pussy. "Look! Up in the bed. It's..." That sucks.

So, anyway, I was daydreaming about a fucking visit. He'd show up and see the crayon marks on the wall that have been there for years, because my daddy (yes, I call him daddy) won't get around to painting the walls (my parents moved and now the kids and I live in the house I grew up in) and he won't let me do it, because I drive on flat tires and do stupid things, and he's sure there's no way I can paint a wall. Well! How can my lover possibly be allowed to visit me again and see my marked up walls? Sure, he saw them a couple of years ago, but he's older now, like 60, and I bet he's forgotten all about it.

I always fuck up my fantasies.

 

[Tzara]

He's in Florida this week, and we're finally in the same time zone again. . .

You are such a good writer. Just sayin'.

 

[Tzara]

Dreams

I dream a lot. No big, 'cause everybody dreams, even if they think they don't. It's science. Trust me. I studied this. I'm a professional.

Anyway. This morning, when I'm in that woozy state where you're kind of waked up but not really, and you fer sure can't drive a car, I see this scene—it's fucking John Gardner, chrissakes, dead for years, pipe in mouth, long fey blond hair, sitting behind the counter in a used bookstore, smoking. I'm wandering around the store looking for who knows what and not finding it and just thinking to myself, Shit! That's fucking John Gardner! What's he doing here?!

Gardner looks at me and says, "Can I help you?" He takes the pipe out of his mouth to say that, but immediately reinserts it. A stream of blue smoke emerges from the bowl. I know this is not good for the books. Stinks the place up, in fact.

"No thanks," I say, cowed and nervous. "Just looking." Gardner smokes and smokes.

Then the scene changes and I am sixty-nining some woman's lovely ass.

Yeah. Abrupt transition. Dreams are like that.

So what are dreams about? Freud said wish fulfillment. He was pretty smart, though he was Austrian, and I maybe see that in part two, truncated and sketchy though it was. The first part, though? I want to buy books from a dead guy? Watch him smoke a pipe? What the hell is that about?

Freud would say symbolism. And so it must be so.

 

[WickedEve]

You are such a good writer. Just sayin'.

same to ya