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About Me

I love women, especially mischievous girl children, who change my my space and mess with my text messages.
I LOVE LILY!!!!!! and.... "grown ass" women children, self professed!
Sweetness and light, Em I love you!!!!!I am Bob Dean's daughter and an abundant receiver of the joy. I am a river. I am working out my own salvation with diligence. I rage against untruths and fight to protect the powerless from the oppressor. I am reverent for a strong sista, a devoted brotha, a brilliant child (and they all are)! I treasure my gorgeous women-children, my family, kindred spirits, my feline friends(and the legal limit), New Orleans, our crescent city, and a luscious bottle of Cabernet or a wicked gin-n-tonic. I garden, I write, I meditate, I know GOD loves me, as I am surrounded by those who love me and keep me safe and dancin' in my kitchen is my very favorite thing.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Dorothy Parker to drink martinis at the Algonquin Hotel/NYC The Dalai Lama in my journey towards enlightenment. Krishna, Quan Yin, Jesus, Buddha and every sage and prophet who guide me in my knowing mind. You humble me to hear the voice. Tony Bennett so he can sing to me! Moonshine in his heaven, where he reigns supreme! My mother, Pat, who guides my life from her point in this universe, and does a damn good job!

My Blog

mercy

Don't wanna be Miss Kitty and watch you ride awayYour swagger, my stammer, kismet denied it's play.The open road the mistress, the vagabundo dream...Sweet mercy saviour, mercy , give grace to cover me...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 06:42:00 GMT

woman, however known

Livin' in her trailer way out in the sticksor christening Manhattan in her fancy digs..Look HOW she boils them peanuts and fans flies away.You look at her and say, NO WAY!Look at her in her Jimmy Choo...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 09:54:00 GMT

and you...

Talkin outta my head, not sure what to do, only dreamin still... of the WEST and YOUClear as muddy water the you and the me.Thick as sinkin' quicksand as I'm dippin a toe in the muck and the mire wher...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 21:23:00 GMT

presence

Dreamscape, your face pressed against my lipsThis place, sweet taste, to drench my waitingness.All veil, my smile falls upon your awe, we move soft and slow, anticipating this.Laughter tickles, frees ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 03:04:00 GMT

rooted

In relationships and connectivity all rooted in the gray of the flow, she is..and him.. in opposition, all black or white, based on the rights of separation and autonomy.Do we define by relationships,...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 09:50:00 GMT

Joy~

Sugary sweetness pools from your strength in vignettes of happy days and collected memories, i delight that you share with abandon and trust, no expectation of perception or arrrival. Remnants, like m...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 08:00:00 GMT

and blah blah blah

The self proclaimed minimalist feels he has earned the right to pontification.. puttin' identification to it with the proficiency of the DYMO label maker.And everytime it comes 'round she feels the wh...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:08:00 GMT

Billy

She orchestrates her death again in veils of teenage bliss.She believes the demise of all of that will leave her yet..amiss.. she somehow steers in reckless turns of shades of black and blue. But the...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 12:59:00 GMT

DiveBar World tour

Travel itinerary points her down Hwy 10, turn left at the junkyard, then deep within...Gripped by the scent of the grease and the pipes, won't need intuition, she has arrived.Humans in varied forms,...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 06:51:00 GMT

Ode to Big

i open my eyes and see you like my new red bike on Christmas morningu thrillin' me to the bottom of my soul, surgin' electricity lightin' my smolderin' place.. so i hang by the cliff.then u stir and s...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:15:00 GMT