"Don't EVEN start saying your dog ate your homework!"
Down The Pathway/My Little House. East Los, Califas June 1, 2014 3:35am
(Prepare2Darerier--In Coming and Wahoo! Explain These Too!)
Watch these videos first and get ready to make fun learning *smiles* After just loosen up your mind because the questions you'll ask the answers explained what got questioned. Now pay attention and anticipate notation.
(Get a feel for the common theme and also knowing I will set up the lesson learning to be fun, needs research of very interesting concepts. In other words, your clues you may read in other books. Or you may not, but find them anyway to answer what got questioned and resolved for being a problem solved. Okies? Okies.)
"The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before."
Albert Einstein
Writing A Love Letter During War Time.
Writing one long ass one for all those that could use something heartfelt dedicated. For all those Joe’s and Joan’s, I want to write them something so silly, they’ll understand why I’m also known as ‘Dizzy Miss Lizzy’. I want the laughter, the shock and contempt. I want the rage and I want to content. I’d like to know there was a shared moment of having good taste, and it didn’t like chicken.
Class of 1974! Remember that number, or at least the last two. There are many reasons that year stands out, the irony if you only knews….
There were the ones born that year. The ones that graduated school at whatever grade one chapter culminates, that year. There were the ones that had the greatest of times that year, and also those that didn’t. For some, ’74 was the year to go, where?
I don’t know.
The Ramones formed in 1974. My “big sister in spirit” of my longest known friend female friend that was a Punk, Goth, Industrial, Vintage Rockabilly, that drove out to stumps with her leg in a cast; and has met my children; she was born that year too! My cousin that did a lot of time, he got to celebrate his 40th Over The Hill Party, as a free man. He was stoked to say the least, and I’m glad he also got his piñata. So that’s 3 birth years. What about the fourth?
There is no Fourth.
Look again. Do you see the plan of….
Which steps to take to three, and get up above where you can see…. That sunny skies do exist?
1.
2.
3.
4. None of the above.
What’s that luv? You see a turtle dove, and remember a pear tree found in the background; when I seen the reflection of the turned on light bulb, outside against the tree on the other side. What is there to hide?
Nobody knows.
What if you find a little white lie?
Don’t judge it, lest ye be judged as well!
What did they not do?
a.k.a.
What they should have done….
Like I said, Nobody knows.
I wonder if they’ll suspect, there’s a little glean detective, telling the riddles back to the rhymes.
You got a dime?
Drop it and dial 411.
What is your urgency?
Doing something that’s not always fun.
What’s that hon?
You’re thinking of becoming a nun?
Like ‘NUNZJAH!!!’ ?
Or
You went Holy Mole Guacamole?
4. None of the above.
Can you now be a little series(4)us now?
Yes Me. You may proceed.
Thank you.
And by the way, start to worry when you start answering yourselves.
Thank you.
So as I was forgetting of saying…. I forget what I was saying. My head hurts, eating just one apple isn’t enough. Fuck it! Atole time. Brb
Back.
Fucking aye! Cold oatmeal and apple atole made with almond milk and a little bit of hunny, and a cinnamon stick brewing, tastes might tasty! I will add it to the list of rut survivor recipes to hold you over till actually you get to chew food. I know it’s hard to make yourself chew and swallow, but you’re doing it, don’t stop until you actually FUCKING EAT! Go ahead, eat your single slice of peanut butter and jelly with your oatmeal apple atole milkshake. Ah shit you drank it down before you finished the last fourth of the pb&j slice. Fuck it! Flush it down with water. Go fill your cup and drink! Brb
Back.
I drank my water down. I’m taking a break before I drink any more, stomach feels full, even with such little food; and I didn’t take Adderall at all today, that’s the damn sad part. What the fuck am I doing to myself?
You’re at a good pace. Remember you back in 2010, and then you in 2011, then in 2012…. And see the difference letting time have time?
Exactly.
Tell your doctor you’re having motivation and food issues again. Maybe this time you can write down a game plan with her, si? I took my meds, this will pass, just show a little patience. This is part of why I do smoke when I feel the need is there. I go stretches, but it does help with my appetite, though I binged recently. I big time over ate. I even ate the bit of meat there was. It wasn’t worth it. Hot links sausage I will miss you not! I knocked out, only to wake up a four hours later, and not feel hungry for hours, while I putzed under dark.
I think the soup my mom made is still good and it with add to my fluids intake. Brb gonna heat some up.
Back.
I put it to nuke for 5. I found my blue Bic lighter…. Damn. ~Gina
P.S.
You know what? Damn me straight back to Heaven mofos! I need all the help I could get! I’d apreciaths ya!
Damn Gina. Look at it a few different ways. Not to damn Gina, or Damn that bitch named Gina! It occurred to me however, Damn Gina, Damn Gina! Gina would you just start damning already!?! Damn Them Gina! It’s for your own good!
Which my answer to would be:
“I can do that? Damn. Hey I started!”
Damn.
Damn.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.Damn.Damn.
That’s a lot of damning. What did I get out of this?
Questions you should ask on your next quiz for points… .And that be All Folks!
Friday June 27, 2014
Down The Pathway/My Little House
East Los, Califas U.S.A.
12:49am
"Lesson To Learn With--Picture Time"
Look at the pictures and read them. Not just the memes, but what the pictures say beyond words. Look at it and think back on the videos you seen earlier and why "I.Q." was part of the equation of finding a common denominator with "Dr. Strange Love". Some history buffs may have caught the connection without having seen "I.Q.", but know about points of view on war and weapons that Albert Einstein had. His words help tell a story, but also those of other men and women. Think about it, agree or disagree, it's still an allegory meant for y'all and me. Now close your eyes that see through logic, and open them to see with potential.
"Close To My Heart They Remain"
I took this picture in 2004/2005 of myself with the U.S. Military making "Person of The Year"; and I still have that issue of TIME magazine. What lessons did you see to glean from and make a picture speak a thousand words in your mind?
You can find many possibilities, but it's probabilities that can cause one to feel uneasy.
Is it history repeating itself?
If it is, can we change how it ends in time?
We are still a "we" aren't we?
We can find a middle ground to agree on right?
What did Cain have to say to his brother Abel about that?
It goes further back.
Why doesn't God play dice?
Glean It To Clean It!
There really is no wrong answer, but go for it anyway and say what you think Albert Einstein means. He's dead, and I haven't provided noted breakdown, so he can neither confirm nor deny the theories you have on his that says "God does not play dice."
My theory is, he was making peace with his concept of God as he has spent his entire life leading up to the point of feeling why God does certain things, and what is the human influence on determining it.
Having personal ideas on the 'why's' and 'how's' of what God does and is about, has left an impression on our planet and world.
Is it that God doesn't fuck around?
Is it that God has a master plan?
Is it a fixed game?
What if it wasn't?
WHAT IF IT WASN'T?
What I do know is that there is something greater than logic, especially when combined with a miracle. I think God instead played a different game with me. He played "Hide & Seek" with my sanity, as I was guided towards finding it when just about all sense of reason had seemed lost. I was pushed towards my limits, then went beyond and eventually I caught on. My sanity was waiting for me, after I experienced having my spirit bashed. It wasn't broken, I'd be dead if it was. My sanity needed me to know why I have it by comparing itself when I didn't. I was affected by our game, but in a positive manner. I am more fluent in gibberish, and I notice when it's the wind speaking its suggestions.
What if it wasn't a fixed game?
God must have faith in me to have faith in them.
Rewards I don't see matter as much as enlightenment.
My reward is, I'm able to express myself and I am not opposed to keep learning.