Alien Tea Shoppe

 I find humans to be so strange.  While I'm fine that my views don't really seem to match theirs (or correctly?), it's how we simply can't wrap our heads around each other that I find impossible to understand. Lil' Small & I were watching The Witches of Eastwick the other night.  I'd seen it as a kid & let me tell you I did not get any of the sexual references then (or the words of pussy , dick , or fuck ).  Anyways, there were scenes I did remember like him cursing them while playing their video of their fears on twelve hundred televisions, or them playing tennis, or him being cursed throughout the town.   It came to the part where they no longer want him around.  They just ignore him.  I said, "Man, that's just wrong, they did him wrong...." Lil' Small laughed & said, "You'll always side with The Devil won't you?!" Well... maybe not always, but in this instance, yes. So, they conjured him.  They invited him. ...

Disney Prince Loki, everyone. There's this thing going around about Loki being a Disney Prince.  It amuses me.  Is it important?  Probably not.  But it does lead very well into this blog post, I think.  I would jump in the Bifrost with Loki; Disney Prince or no.  But he's not the only one.  If you've not read A] any Norse mythology B] any Thor comics C] seen the film Thor, then I shall enlighten you.  The Bifrost is the rainbow bridge connecting this world with Asgard (where Thor, Odin, Loki and the rest of the Norse gods dwell.)  The Bifrost is not really the important part.  It simply means to run away/go away with in this context. I do not mind speaking up on the fact that I have never had a boyfriend.  It doesn't define who I am, as I don't particularly like being confined into boxes, but it does make up a part of who I am.  I'm not going to deny it.  There has never been a relationship, a date or a boy/man ...

These breasts belong to a professional bra wearer.   So... breasts.  I've got 'em.  They're these things that get in the way a lot.  I have to holster them into a contraption called a brassier.  They're heavy.  They form considerable cleavage.  I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times there have been crumbs hiding out down there.  They can also be quite dangerous.  Once, when moving a cabinet, one of them busted out a pane of glass!  Breasts seem to be troublesome things, indeed!  Bustygirlcomics.com Oh my good god on a cracker, that right up there runs through my brain on a regular basis.  "They're not that big today...  OMG!  I'm falling out of my top!  Damnit!"  Just like the drawing, it's all about perspective.  When I look down I see ginormous breasts about to fall out of my shirt and I can't believe I've been so indecent.  My sister, coming from a different angle, l...

Time marches slowly onward.  Time speeds up, slows down, speeds up... again. I've come to this point in my life.  I was picked up one day, flung around, like being stuck in a hurricane, going to & fro; round & round in a circle.  Ever circling downward.  Like some sort of Kamikaze pilot spiraling out of control, yet all the while, in control. Instead of slamming into the ground, however, I was shoved forward, crammed into this tiny hole.  I was suffocating there for awhile.  A long while indeed.  "Just let go.  Let it go."  I realized I was carrying so many unwanted things; I dropped them, as bid and no more suffocation, no more being stuck; waiting; no more dying in that hole. No, now I am dead.  I am in a tunnel of mortar and damp.  Feeling around for the exit.  The tunnel behind me is riddled with the shackles I have taken off.  Shed.  I am free of all of that.  Every now and then there are signa...