Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

slimfast and methadone

RIP all the entertainers who killed themselves with drugs.

 
She (Anna Nicole Smith) came to grief in a hotel room like famous people do
and the way the media carried on you’d think she died for me and you
they say speak gently of the dead don’t bandy with her name
but her life was sure instructive on the vagaries of fame

slimfast and methadone girl I’m in your debt
I got a great line for a chorus
and the story isn’t over yet

Leave ’em while you’re looking good, advice she took to heart
she was born to play the bimbo and she really nailed the part
she married her attorney but I don’t think things turned out
the paternity and the autopsy and the estate all left in doubt

slimfast and methadone girl I’m in your debt
I got a great line for a chorus
and the story isn’t over yet

Humans love their beauty it’s a curse upon our race
the powerful are using it to hide what’s taking place
zombies stalk the headlines while the peace talks stall
if celebrities don’t quit dying we’ll never get anything done at all

oh how am I to speak the truth with love to you

otherwise known as the story of my fucking life

I initiated contact with a loved one, I got what I deserved. I am a sadder and wiser person. I have cried more tears, but that’s okay. You have to be alive to cry.

I reached out to other loved ones. Both responded more or less instantly, helps that it’s midday Sunday, I guess. They got a hand under me apiece with their soft words and kindness and then I told, hopefully briefly enough, the source of my woes to Jeff. I tried to watch March Madness with him but I’m too fidgety.

Please be nice to the people you love by asking them what constitutes nice for them. And then… behaving that way. You can’t be nice to a person who interprets your every breath as hostile.

I have a headache from crying and I need to stop looking at a screen but between that word and this I’ve put in 812 words on my novel. Watching history repeat itself is so hard, but being history is worse.

Wrote a letter to Lois.

I’m going to have the last of Mike’s congee, watch an Elementary with Jeff and CRASH.

a poem – The universe is a sieve

JUST IN CASE YOU’RE WONDERING, I didn’t know it was world poetry day before I wrote this today.

 

 

The universe
is a sieve
that passes through us

and laughs as it
rushes through.

Pew pew pew
say the particles;
we’re on our way
to connect your kidneys

to a star
an ecosystem
an ice volcano.

It’s one long string
connected
folded tight
blown up
and travelling light.

The universe is a sieve

four letters

pOp, Dave D, grandbaby and Tom L.  They’re ready to go in the postbox but now I’m feeling lazy and I’ll drop ’em off when Jeff and I go out to run errands later this aft. Hopefully Paul and I will be able to go for a walk. The walk around Deer Lake the other day nearly killed me. I think – and this disgusts me – that I need to spend another 350 bucks on orthotics. WHYYYYYYY

The Road to Albyn HAPPY SPRING

Lyrics are copyright, from page 147 of the Dunnetts’ The Scottish Highlands. I’d really like to work up harmonies for this but I can’t get Audacity to behave and unfortunately the forums say my Mac is too elderly to cope with what I want to do. Fuck computers anyway, let’s vamoose and go walking in Albyn. (A Gaelic word for Scotland.)

IT’S so WEIRD posting this and knowing that my calm, orderly, productive state of mind as it is currently on a Monday morning in February will be completely different when I next see this. And given that I’m 62 and multiply blessed with Complete Failure to Exercise and Complete Failure to Stop Eating Junk, who knows whether I’ll even make it that long.

I did make it that long. 

herewith, a picture of my face when Jeff announced he was getting pizza yesterday (and wings)

Seal babby eyes

 

not exactly as counted

I imagine I will post approximately two hundred songs this year, so it won’t be a song a day. That said, I’ve got 98 songs in already and an additional 47 for which I must either make recordings, or make new recordings, or find the recordings I already have. I keep stumbling upon songs and then forgetting to write down the names to prompt myself later, and a couple of times I’ve caught myself trying to post the same song under different names.

So it won’t be 365 songs unless I turn myself into an avatar of Billy “Song a Day” Hughes. These days I’d rather write fiction. I love my little family (daaawwwww)

Forgot to report that Dave D has had another publication! Congrats Dave.

Jeff got pizza. It’s quite good.

Fagradalsfjall is erupting.

Neener Neener

Here’s the youtube link

Lyrics may not be a perfect match

Heard

You Got

What you deserve!

And the band played Neener Neener
Luck ran out, you didn’t swerve
and the band played neener neener
Lie and bully, steal and break
and take and take and take and take
You think there’s been a big mistake
and the band plays neener neener.
Cuffs and cruiser, bruises too
Cause when you run, that’s what cops do
You’ll have time to think it’s true
and the band played neener neener
Textbook, what one should avoid
Wouldn’t stay in school, couldn’t stay employed
Can’t pronounce right but it is SCHADENFREUDE
and the band played neener neener.
Maybe you will get six months
and the band played neener neener
We’ll get relief from being played as chumps
and the band played neener neener
Maybe you will take a hint
and not have brains like dryer lint
Please enjoy your jailhouse stint

and the band played neener neener.