No ManBitch Am I, Run of the mind and monologues.

Monologue
Well, the cats still have 'cabin fever'...all three of them.
The two strays are still at the old burned out place, knowing I'm
still around, as I have been putting out a few kilo's of dry cat
food every 2 or 3 days since the fire.
The Sublet from Ms. Sir is very roomy and comfortable compared
to the little boarding house room in May. Ahh, freedom to move around
without tripping on a cat or a chair.
July is coming up faster than I care to consider, but I should
find more permanent 'digs' for the 1st without too much frustration.
I hope.
My brush with death still lingers emotionally, but at least
I have gotten by without going too weird with a lot of help from
'Dirty Thirty'/Honey/Camillia. She inspires me, challenges my senses,
and makes me feel pretty happy and content...hopefully as much as I
try to make her feel likewise.
I'm so happy that she is feeling that what we have together is HOME.
It's something we both need together and individually--HOME.
The MergeBlog is fun, and I have a sense of how to do the next one
even better...watch out you sexy genius. I have a twist, "stirred and
not shakin'".
NoManBitch has a few gimmics
to spring on ya from up his figurative sleeve!
Until my next Mono, and updates/reminiscing/blather.
:Cheers:
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NoManBitchAmI & Dirty Thirty "A BlogMerge"

DIRTY ROTTEN LEADERSHIP

This site has a little variety
if you like to check out the "fun" side
or twisted treat of what Nancy R. and Hitler
used to run countries in their times.
Hmm, does that mean national commonalities
in times of great changes and despair?
SHUT UP! I'm messing with this....

Whatever. Flakes. Yeah, like my being, and what herbs
I "should" inGest are determined by those sparkly
O's in the skies; the stars.
As for DREAMS, this is the waking one.
In favour of the Canadian way of spelling,
freestyle and freeflow, here we go to
a multi-dimension
...with this in mind, like I just staTed to nomanbitch-
-fuck the content, we'll check it out later. Your turn.

Don't forget to break and save eh?
Wow! there's some content to the sight.
Nice pics. Poetry?
You're still talking, and distracting me from the content...
made ya laugh. My underlying comment above though,
was to reflect how 2 different countries in 2 eras
had similar influences. Nancy running USA via Ronnie
and his alzheimers,
and Hitler to Germany with his syphilous---
looking too far into the nether regions,
like alternate realities, to determine how to fuck peoples lives up.
Dirty Thirty said I'm Linkin' without thinkin'. So I am...maybe.
BrainFart

I've been seen as alot of things. Sweet antithesis, o evil twin,
black is the night
as light is to the day. Wince at the quickness
that takes us to this new thought. As a carnivore keeps track
of your every move, times the groove.
Click onto this!
to see if the hunter will catch you.
No more riddle, and no more RIME.
He taps the tobacco down the tube line.
What's next? Let's see. I'll go get nomanbitch,
break and take a pee.

Yes master I have learned well...as per breaks eh?
You're still talking, ha!
Made ya laugh again.
Binary or airy
Goddamn cat
is checking out the damn roof 1 floor below and next door
...Dirty Thirty is rerouting Freddy...
she has a playful way with the cats. Says she doesn't care,
but she sweats blood over their safety.
Fred's testing her limits...and winning.
Fun and comedy...real or digital.

L.O.L. Remember when you didn't know what that meant? L.O.L
Laughing out loud. Derailing trains off iron tracks.
Every surfer is gonna catch the wave a little different.
Each photographer is gonna snap
a unique angle to the same thing.
A hertz to note, another song to sing.
Everything I find is mine, it's ours if you care to share.
Please listen.

Ya, listen to and view THIS! Duel
I hadda laugh. Thanks Bro'.
This is the "Birds Nest" of KFC. It also is some more
blind selection. OOOOp, the cats need some wet food.

Sex, Rock n' Roll, and Politics.
I lean more towards the first two personally.
NoManBitch, a likely self proclamation,
ooops, it's 12:07, time to feed
Freddy, Shadow, and Wharf their wet food.
Still nobodys man bitch?! You be the cats bitch, bitch.
You son of a bitch--promoting KFC like that. Chow-meow on this!
BITCH!

DAMN! Pretty nice boobies on that last link....
I'll definitely look into that one with my lizard part of mind
and otherwise entertaining HotLics interests.
Lesseee,Evil Twin Twisted Opposite
Milk 'em baby! Jaws has some possible potential,
we'll see as we take time to read the silly stuff later.
The content is courtesy of a very entertaining merger date.
This ROCKS!!

Dear Amigo, and mergeblog editors...
please include an ' after nomanbitches ya's. Thank -you.
Anywho, campe'on de WB Blogger es dado a Mark Roberts
I love...
betchya thought I was gonna say YOU.
The search for truth, along with a decent blog.

Worf shut the hell up!!!!! Silly shit cat.
Ooop, Ooop! Dirty Thirty has a "Bzzz-on"! HA!
Silly woman!!
I truely love you too Camillia Frey. I'd marry you
if you weren't distracted you silly thing...
but the fact is you keep on about that pert nippled
Angelina Jolie damnit...
HEY ANGELINA she won't stop talking.
She also keeps puttin' out my cigarettes--
--arrgh, she calls 'em incense.
Aww well, wadda ya gonna complain about with a woman who knows
how to make ya laugh and growl.
Can't heel, and can't complain...much being nobodysmanbitch,
no I won't recap dammit.
Cheeky short hair thing!--PUSSY
What a woman. Inspiration, challenge, sexy, wet-dream.
The HoneyBee HoneyMoon Attire
If you go my way.

I go my way, your way and all ways always.
nomanbitchami
You can call me dirty thirty,
but my name is Camillia
I mean Camillia
Old fool, quit talking about Angelina~
When ya' FUCKIN' know I'm letting go of what's her face
and that other diamond light
deep in the inner maximum space of our city night
Your love is like a carnivore
hungry, angry, what else ends in G R Y?
no lie, there's an answer.
Ask and ye shall receive.
What next you ask?
This will last forever
with all of our hearts we will always be here and there
everywhere like that forever together bryan adams song
in heavy rotation on every radio station
EGO brainiacs-- where's you at? C'mon already ole fool.
You don't even read this sign on the road,
nah, me and you just carry on fifteen kilometers per hour
beyond the speed limit.
This fast cars going nowhere fast...
somewhere...
here where we are at
with the meowing cats
HOME @ long last

She was still talkin' and got pissed off for reminding her of it.
Made ya growl! Ha!
Ah well, hell I can't even draw the link for Ray Charles' "I'll Be Good To You".
But then, there's still the rendition of Quincy Jones' "100 Ways".
THAT'S IT!! Love Ya' CAMILLIA.

Spin it fool into pointer sisters fever
Whoa, give this one a blast.
At last this blogmerge bursts into hot pizza'a
and pochohontus's poems
still, the moment lasts lifetimes.
I love you too.

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Luggage Karma
Saturday May 1st 2004 was a beautiful sunny hot day. Having spent the night at the studio with Honey Bee till 5 or 5:30 that morning, left me sleeping through the morning and into the afternoon. Honey went on to a party as I was headed home.
Around 1:30 or 2 PM I awoke to the loud breaking of glass, and thought it was worth investigating.
With my pants half on I suddenly hear a man at my front door yelling: "Fire! Get the fuck out, your house is on fire! The fire department is coming! Fire!"
Oh really. I pause, sniff the air and quickly scan my bedroom. Yep. Smells like fire.
My first thought is: Upstairs or Downstairs?
I go looking for it. Nothing I can see on my level, but the smoke smell is stronger. I head out back through the kitchen, to the back deck hoping I can spot it from the back yard...and stop short of the back deck stairs, covered with the window broken by the fire in my roomie's bedroom. Oh fuck. My level. Is he still in there!?
Walking rapidly back into the house and to my roomie's bedroom I yell his name 4 times with no answer, and expecting the worse I try his door. It's locked! Not hot.
I yell his name again and throw myself into the door, bouncing back. Again. Bouncing back again. 'Lower, harder' runs through my mind as I break the door open on the 3rd try.
The place is HOT, black thick smoke from knee level and up. I duck low to see below the smoke, looking for his body. The sound of the flames is loud, and there's a lot of fire on the bed and wall to my right, where the window used to be. The smoke detector goes off. No Body.
'Since I'm here...' I move rapidly to the kitchen and grab a couple of pots, fill them with water and start a relay (1 man relay) to the bedroom inferno. About a gallon per trip. "I'm gone when I hear the sirens." I think a promise to myself.
Fourth trip, and I am unhappy with my results. A man is at the front door again, yelling: "GET THE FUCK OUT!! THE FIRE DEPARTMENT IS COMING!!"
"Yeah yeah. I'm busy." And I throw my 4th load of water from the bedroom doorway, unable to go in for the heat...glad I didn't have to drag anyone out, or I'd have really gotten hurt.
"Pass me the garden hose will you?" But the guy is long gone. I'm standing there with empty pots in hand, realising I am becoming confused. I hear the sirens and keep my promise to myself. I grab my socks and shoes, and I'm outta there.
About 2 or 3 minutes (hard to say in the state of mind I was in.) the Fire Department arrives, wrestles with their hoses and goes to war with the fire, which has spread out of the bedroom.
Then I'm surrounded by friends, neighbours and Honey is coming up the road with a look of horror on her face as she sees me. I looked a sight. The soot took a few days to wash off.
People are giving me a shirt and sweater to wear. Honey offers to get me a coffee when she makes sure I'm okay, then goes for a fair while as the whole thing has deeply shaken her. Though we hug and occassionally kiss on the cheek, we love each other. I felt for her through all the adrenalin I had pumping in me, but I was also elated over being alive. I faced and fought my monster, lost, and lived to tell of it.
I was the only one home in the up/down duplex.
The fire was beaten by the pro's, who were double in their numbers due to shift change taking place when the call went in. The paramedics gave me some oxygen, saying I had tachycardia from smoke inhalation, and had me sign a release form when I refused to go to the hospital but promised to see my doctor Monday.
Work let me take vacation time to attend to my homeless situation. I stored 2 chairs, 2 futons, my computer, DVD, video player and a few black bags of things. The rest was burned or smoke/water damaged---and I don't know if any of my stored stuff will work.
My cats were uninjured. I still go by to feed the 2 strays till I can catch them in July when I finally get settled.
Honey has been my pillar, my saving Grace. I thank God for bringing her into my life.
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Cat Tales

About 11 years ago I encountered Freddy while I was enjoying a smoke on the front porch. He was just passing by the house, the new cat on the block, and I was polite enough to give him a 'cat blink' and make smacking eating noise as a greeting.
Being an orange longhair tabby allows for some genetic character memory, and also being a smart kinda cat, I was taken up on my greeting (and offer of food noises). He was about 4 or 5 months old and very friendly and trusting. I welcomed him and gave him a snack.
As the weeks went on, I found myself providing Fred with meals and the other cats I had ( 7 ) at that time accepted him as well. He seemed to mostly be on his own.
The day came when I took Fred and a few of my other cats in to visit the Vet for their shots, to get neutered, and tattooed.
Shortly after that Fred vanished. I looked for him for a few weeks, but to no avail. My young friend was gone. Then I moved to Burnaby.
Time went on, such as it always does, and one of my other cats took a nap in the wrong trailer and ended up at the Portland International Raceway in Oregon. A long-weekend visit with extended family allowed me to put up flyers and search for my orange shorthair tabby "illegal alien" friend.
I found a fellow named Harry Oaks who does Search and Rescue for both people and pets. With a small donation, and sending Spot's bedding by courier (plus a 1 week delay by US Customs who thought the dirty linen was a threat to their textile industry) Harry's dogs found where Spot was let off at the Raceway and the 'trail' leading to the gate, which totally disappeared. The explanation was that someone must have put him in their car/truck and with the windows closed, drove off with him.
Harry checked all the places that I did, and also a few I didn't know about. He also put out some computer checks. The end advice was that if there was no sign of Spot after 6 weeks, then move on with life.
On week 6 I receive a call from someone saying they found my orange guy, and to come pick him up at the SPCA. His ear tattoo is registered in my name.
WOW!
"So this is the Portland SPCA." I respond.
"No. Vancouver."
By coincidence, it turned out to be Freddy who had disappeared 2 1/2 years ago. Broken jaw, scuffed head and the ear tattoo got him home.
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The Dali Lama's Apple
Last Saturday was one of the first of my 11 paid days off. It held an edge to it that I found to be irritating over the course of the day, as events pressed me towards a troublesome direction had I chosen to follow it. Free Will and communications were the theme of that part of the day...that and the discipline to not boink my roomie's girlfriend who was coming onto me bigtime.
My roomie and I had a chat to let him know I would not betray that trust.
Honey Bee took some delight in my consternation over the temptations, and having an equally warped sense of humor I took it in goodhearted stride. We all shared a day of unusual proportions that insisted on thrusting disharmony upon us. Starting with the fire on The Drive...Happily nobody was injured or worse. We still have friends among us.
The climax to the day was around 3AM that night...yeah I know that makes it Sunday, but until I go to sleep it remains 'Today'.
While Honey Bee and I were walking my roomie's girlfriend to the bus stop, the day reached its climax for both Honey and I. We encountered Honey's ex-roomie who was totally debauched and sporting the character and personality of a wounded shark.
The Silly Wretch squared off with me. Then seeing I was less than impressed or intimidated, proceeded to call Honey EVERYTHING but a human being, then managed to get a shove in on her.
Well the shit hit the fan.
It seems to me that if you're changing over into becoming a woman you shouldn't act or sound like a man who has serious personality disorder issues....Just my opinion of course. I tried to get between the scrapping pair, only to create enough interference to put Honey beneath this guy(uh, whatever). That not being too desirable a thing, I took two handfuls of coat and proceeded to detach the two.
The Silly Wretch squared off with me again declaring that I was about to get "torn apart". I philosophically advised the S.W. to; "Do what your little brain dictates."
The neighbor's however, were considerably less than impressed with this philosophical debate and events taking place in front of their home at 3AM, and requested that we all go somewhere else with it. With Honey's prompt to comply, and a 7foot tall neighbor between us and the Silly Wretch, I decided to be the good neighbor and take a walk around the block with Honey.
I felt bad for Honey, as she truly loves the Silly Wretch. Hell of a way to treat someone you know loves you.
We both later went to Honey's now ex-residence and gathered her vandalized belongings off the sidewalk, and lugged it to my home. It made me heartsick.
She cried a bit, then got tough, and cried a bit more, then refused to waste any more tears on the Silly Wretch. Tough woman. It makes me a proud man to be her friend.
We took a little while to relax, and actually read some bits from her now unbound 100 year old Bible. A different track for both of us to follow before drifting to sleep in our beds.

Now you're probably wondering about the title to this little missive, The Dali Lama's Apple.
Officially Sunday, and I am now 48. Honey and I spend the entire day together, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. My roomie cooks us all a Birthday Brunch, Honey gives me a warm and most welcome backrub, the Silly Wretch is 'incognito', and my neighbor's upstairs wish me a Happy Birthday.
Having gone to see the Dali Lama, another friend gives me an apple they intended to donate at the D.L.'s presentation, but there were no shrines--so I got the Dali Lama's Apple.
Having a sense of irony to go with my twisted humor, I gave the celebrity fruit a special spot in my refridgerator, and began my contemplation on how I would enjoy its preparation and consumption.
Later that night, feeling content and happy, Honey at my side and a quiet day behind us, I was visited by 2 more Diva's of 5--who then,with the beautiful guitar they brought with them, sang me two songs (one a lullaby).
All that and Dali Lama's Apple! What more could a man want.

The Silly Wretch came out of seclusion, attempting to provoke me into reaching down his throat to pull those soon to be gone balls up through his nose...But, I focused on my marvelous apple and it's noble fate to be. Fine thanks for keeping him out of the Hospital.
Honey's remaining possessions were delivered here today by the Silly Wretch, hopefully undamaged, and with the parting declaration of; "Be well, and take care." My response being;"Thank you."
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No ManBitch Am I, Run of the mind and monologues.
Well here I am once more, on a new day and with another 'moment' in my meanderings.
I spent the day contemplating this moment as I went about my business, wondering what I may share in this script.
Reminiscing about my orange cat, his unique character and personality, as a dog chaser and friend. My white and black tabby and her sensitivity about her head from a horrendous history, wondering over how she could ever be as loving and devoted to any human being after what she was put through. Wondering if the kitten bodies found in the renovation of her old Hell Home were hers. My poor "pretty girl". And then of course the faithfulness of my black and white boy who used to ride my foot as a baby clinging onto my ankle with tail raised, as our morning routine,with me walking around the bedroom.
Did a Bar-B-Que with mostly myself for company, and my good cooking for consolation.
I feel dissatisfied and even worse, lonely.
But then I guess that's my lot in life, and I find myself to be good company anyway.
My roomie, neighbor's and 'Honey Bee' are around and about their own projects and lives. I serve to orbit around them at times, like tonight. Other days, they orbit my life.
Tomorrow is another day and another way to enjoy and savor living, even if living may taste bland on some days. Only tomorrow will tell.



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