Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Door in my apartment building
Friday, July 27, 2012
Researching Porta potty's and
Porta showers. *sheesh* Inexpensive! (watching RV with Carly Simon and David Nail) because it isn't.
Here is my latest attempt at water coloring.
It is my soul...
Athousand times good-night!
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Hist! Romeo, hist! O! for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending earse!
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Beginner Water Color Set.
AND maybe I will have practised my water coloring. (no-just blog) I like the name Fishboy. It's catchy! ha ha ha ha. LOL.
I smacked myself on one of the bricks that was here when I moved in
to this apartment. *sheesh* *ow* (put ice on it~quoting Loren) "I'm not a Doctor and don't play one on TV" Will it scar?
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Designed by Stacey Peter
practising 'parellel pen' hmmm
it's better that eating or spending money I don't have.
tada~
May be, just may be, I can get an eye appointment and a pair of glasses...
it's better that eating or spending money I don't have.
May be, just may be, I can get an eye appointment and a pair of glasses...
Monday, July 23, 2012
"Crack On!" or not...
Passed by 'Porno Joe's' con~descendant. Had it been conspicuous, "armagedon" that's why it's crack on-or not!
Eternal Purgatory.
Here is the picture of the day. Happy Birthday Bradley. Love, M<3m.
Eternal Purgatory.
Here is the picture of the day. Happy Birthday Bradley. Love, M<3m.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Pretzel
from The Exstasy
If any, so by love refined
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He (thought he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same)
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
This exstasy doth unperplex,
We said, and tell us what we love;
We see by this is was not sex;
We see we saw not what did move;
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mixed souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this and that.
~John Donne
If any, so by love refined
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He (thought he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same)
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
This exstasy doth unperplex,
We said, and tell us what we love;
We see by this is was not sex;
We see we saw not what did move;
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mixed souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this and that.
~John Donne
Stacey Michelle Peter
General Delivery
Bellingham Wa
98225
(360) 312-3741
Re: Contested Parking Ticket
#T10013128 Stacey M Peter
In response to Parking
Meterofficer Margaret Myles “discovery
report”.
Juyl 6th 2010
I, Stacey M Peter am
homeless, living in my van, and have been since Markh of this year. I am working with the Whatcom Opportunity
Council located on Cornwall, directly across the street from the parking lot
that I received the ticket at.
As it was the first week of
July I parked at the lot to use the “porta potty” facility that was there and
then got to the Opportunity council to check in as directed once a month to
advise that I am still waiting for housing assistance.
When I came out of the
“porta-potty” a meter cart and lady was standing at the back of my 1997 Grand
Caravan looking at my bicycles hangin on the back, and she said under her
breath, “is this your husband?” I said
“what?” and per HER report…
She was looking directly at
me, and I said, “this isn’t fair! I am
homeless!” “Where am I suppose to
poop?!” I didn’t say any more because
this is too hard and I miss my son all the time, and crying everyday!
Today is the Twenty-First! of July2012
FROM Romeo and Juliet
J: A thousand times good-night!
R: A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
J: Hist! Romeo, hist! O! for a falcdoner's voice,
to lure this tassel-gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
R: It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers'
tongues by night,
Like softest musice to attending eares!
William Shakespear
(how many must' are there in the phonebook?)
J: A thousand times good-night!
R: A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
J: Hist! Romeo, hist! O! for a falcdoner's voice,
to lure this tassel-gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
R: It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers'
tongues by night,
Like softest musice to attending eares!
William Shakespear
(how many must' are there in the phonebook?)
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