• Last night, after a "recovering drug addict, of over 35 years" who professes to nowadays, only buy and sell, - "Gold", stopped in my sunlit alley, to talk, "only for a few minutes," I got a wee bite pissed off ...

    Finishing up by leaving me with; " You are an attractive woman, and your in pretty good shape ..."

    This is after I had already openly admitted to my earlier aDICKtion, in my 'other life,' before my son and new self-designed world of love and personal healing.

    Well, it is not like I go to the gym to please any man or lesbian. My muscles are simply a supernatural by-product of energy expended .. producing energy conducive and purely producing profits for gain. Mine - not his or hers!

    Just the sanest same .. I was not seeing myself in the sweetest light, after the load of stinky dynamite he dumped on lovely me.

    Sleep deprived momma K and all she has to carry .. became an unwholesome lot heavier, after that.

    And, we are not just talk'n my 34 F's!

    Wow!
    As I write this, i begin to sing in soulful unison with Sarah Brightman, one of my brightest shining stars .. My bright and beautiful ever-rising Son, has so thoughtfully set up my laptop, so that i may write to you, and listen to my beloved songstress. Opera at is operative best ... Lifting my spirits - if not my chest.. at least another few octaves and inches.

    Even though, I have not walked under the full moon, yet, this morn, i am all too aware that it is a shin'n .. as many are not - just tongue tied in tiresome knots.

    Still remembering, the far from handsome road-hogger who drove his big mobile unit, and slowed down to give his unhappy head ' a shake,' as he watched me .. pushing my own mini vehicle on 4 wheels down the road. I had just picked up our Bamboo sheets from the laundromat, and was wheeling $100's of organic foodstuff from our local grocer. In my very own borrowed, "until tomorrow," buggy.

    Happy as a lark, and sporting my tanned, toned legs .. Feeling good about seeing my brilliant boy - after his buddy-time, playing laser tag, to meet up, for a brief while, before biking for the gym, that i never did manage to get mine tired and inspired self to ...

    I know none of us are supposed to care about what others do or say or ...

    And, so what?

    Just the sanest same .. i am allowed to vent.

    Safely and Sacredly.

    So be it.

    Telling tit like tit is,

    Purring Kat might soon Roar .. some more


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    As excerpted from my facebook sharing ..

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    Oh, just give me a little more warming fall sunshine and I will get over it .. alright!