In which our heroine finds herself clutched in the monster’s filthy, razor sharp claws, afraid for her life. Introduction: The scripting process begins and ends This narrative slowly opens and possibly took several years for the writer to realize the finished script. Editing the story of a life continues beyond publication, past the timeline of… Read More Canferatu: The Prequel
If “it is what it is,” why is it so the collateral damage of metastatic cancer so fucking hard?… Read More It is what it is, huh?
Should FEDEX and UPS have required a signiture as instructed by my agent the special victims unit of CVS Carremark located in India? My chemo came in cardboard boxes including VOLUMOUS amounts of Phizer literature. I used their web site irrespectively, even if the loads of junk mail in both boxes were important they went unread, causing more environmental ugliness that helped my breast cancer to spread in the first place.… Read More #Chemotherapy and The #Customer Experience: #CVS, #Pfizer, and the danger of #outsourcing without educating agents
Depression and cancer. The locks to my prison, to which keys do not exist; there’s no cure, and there’s no future with happiness together as a team, the team I really counted on – but as Einstein said not all things that can be counted, should.… Read More My Loves Electric (Not Anymore)
The pain in your veins, heat aghast, you faint.
The hole swallows her body and soul.
Why in the universe do we know something exists at all,
If we pretend to see, to know, bite a fruit and fall.
Algorithmic syncopated circus acts,
And drums tight as a father’s facts. … Read More Film Noir Femme
I find along side the road I’m currently on in my life with cancer, not waste and detritus, but people. Not hitchhikers, but people waving to me and telling me to keep going and not to stop since its rather unnecessary.… Read More Plan 9 From Inner Space or The Week from the Black Lagoon
We all fall down. The ground grows smaller, As I pass the Earth, Becoming her daughter. Funny to stand today, Eclipsing the sun. My books marked still, On page one.… Read More Maps and Legends
https://www.etsy.com/listing/500887842/vintage-rhinestone-encrusted-button-withButtons – it started with buttons. Vintage and old buttons to be precise. Hundreds became thousands. My theory: button mitosis. The rhinestone 1950s button you see above, one of the latest acquisitions, stands alone as a thought prototype come true by a nameless, faceless designer. I look at them as though I can save enough […]
Each life writing a page.
For a bound legacy,
Marked by birth and death.… Read More Eclipse
And of our own self images, they’re not influenced by much positive representations. Especially those of us at stage IV. The stage no one wants to know much about at all. We, the misfits, don’t measure up to Santa’s ultra high standards, and become the toys left behind on Christmas Eve. Weepy-eyed, we stand shivering from the cold, waving goodbye to the tail end of a sleigh, to Santa Clause’s fat ass, and reindeer tail lights.… Read More The Island of the Misfit Toys