Tuesday, October 31, 2006

My life has been getting very interesting at night. I am a lucid dreamer. Able to control, manipulate, and change events because I know that I am asleep and I can do anything I want to. I call it my extra curricular exercise. Anyway, I was talking to my doctor about it and he said that 10% can do it, so I feel good about it. It also helps me identify what situations and emotions are bothering me and when I get up I can work on them. Therapy.
Over the past two months I have been having a lot of eye opening experiences. One was a visit from my deceased grandfather. He passed away when I was 5, so I don’t remember his too much. In the past there have been several visits from other relatives. They come to me and talk. I tell my mother about these dreams. She always asks me what I remember and what was discussed. Two months ago my grandfather came to visit. We were along the Hudson River here in town and when he showed himself to me he was dancing by himself, in a ballroom stance and in a cream suite. When I saw him, I joined his hands and we started dancing. We laid on the grass and talked for a while. (I’ll keep that conversation to myself). I called my mother the next morning to tell her that I had a visit from her dad. He mother also has come to me 4 times and the first time, she told me something, something that was wrong with me that I didn’t know until a week later. So, I believe this.
Two nights ago I had a nightmare about a large dog swallowing a smaller dog. When I was too disturbed to continue, I woke myself up and tried to rationalize it. It took all day (usually, I can figure it out immediately.) though this one was tough, but not impossible. It personified a dominate Alfa male and the control over a asleep week dog. There are two controlling people in my life, of which fight over dominance with me, and the dream shows my anxiety over being dominated.
Last nights dream made me realize that I might be growing mentally in my learning capabilities as well as a psychic intuition, or precognitive ability
Precognition: Precognition is the ability to perceive future events. Sometimes people can have a premonition of an accident. People also have precognitive dreams which can be warnings or predictions of future occurrences.
I wont go into detail about it, but I will add some insight into what I am finding out about it for now..
Two quotes for today”
A great cartoon the other day left a great impression: why do humans use cars….because we are slowly loosing our inability to walk.

Also, the Showtime sitcom WEEDS, there is a wonderful song that personifies our new human condition…….
Malvina Reynolds
1. Little boxes on the hillside,Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,Little boxes, little boxes,Little boxes, all the same.There's a green one and a pink oneAnd a blue one and a yellow oneAnd they're all made out of ticky-tackyAnd they all look just the same.
2. And the people in the housesAll go to the university,And they all get put in boxes,Little boxes, all the same.And there's doctors and there's lawyersAnd business executives,And they're all made out of ticky-tackyAnd they all look just the same.

3. And they all play on the golf-course,And drink their Martini dry,And they all have pretty children,And the children go to school.And the children go to summer campAnd then to the university,And they all get put in boxesAnd they all come out the same.
4. And the boys go into business,And marry, and raise a family,And they all get put in boxes,Little boxes, all the same.There's a green one and a pink oneAnd a blue one and a yellow oneAnd they're all made out of ticky-tackyAnd they all look just the same.
Happy Halloween.................................

Monday, October 30, 2006

Happy Hallows-eve.........................................

Friday, October 27, 2006

You could have a great career,
And you should;
Yes you should.
Only one thing stops you dear:
You're too good;
Way too good!

If you want a future, darlin',
Why don't you get a past?
'Cause that fateful moment's comin' at last...

We're all alone,
no chaperone
Can get our number
The world's in slumber--
let's misbehave!!!

There's something wild
about you child
That's so contagious
Let's be outrageous--
let's misbehave!!!

When Adam won Eve's hand
He wouldn't stand for teasin'.
He didn't care about those apples out of season.

They say that Spring
means just one little thing
to little lovebirds
We're not above birds--
let's misbehave!!!

It's getting late
and while I wait
My poor heart aches on
Why keep the breaks on?
Let's misbehave!!!

I feel quite sure
affaire d'amour
Would be attractive
While we're still active,
let's misbehave!

You know my heart is true
And you say you for me care...
Somebody's sure to tell,
But what the heck do we care?

They say that bears
have love affairs
And even camels
We're men and mammals--
let's misbehave!!!

Cole Porter-

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

For Halloween Fun;
check out Forbes.com and look for the tab- Halloween masks. they are fun & easy to cut out. paste on a popsickle stick at the bottom and bring it will you on Tuesday!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

While touring one of the cemeteries we came across a lot outside and there were several head stones that looked like stone benches. They came out of the wall. Looking at it closer we found names in the stone. There were around 14 in total. They were of people that were hung in 1692. One in particular was a man named Giles Corey who was crushed to death by stone. A few of names were familiar to me. After thinking about it I realized that those people were the ones hung out of the famous tragic story of the Crucible. It was about a scorned teenager who pretended to see the devil and got her friends to follow suite and cast out any of the townspeople who they didn’t like. Those innocent people all hung because of it including a girl under the age of ten. Sad! It was interesting to see this place and all it stood for.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Salem was nice, and cold-

Lets just say Salem was cold but the Hotel Hawthorn was the coldest! It was a nice hotel though any room past the second floor did not have any heat!
The first day we drove up. We left at 8 am and it was a 4 ½ hour drive. I hate interstate 90 because all there is to see is McDonnald’s rest areas every 5 miles..McStupid!
After we got settled into the hotel (which was a half a block from the Salem Witch Museum we walked around to see the sights. There were so many people there, it was very hard to move around the streets.
We took a walking haunted tour that night after we went out for raw bar. It was funny, people thought Orbs were real, so we just went along with it and had fun. We took lots of photos in the cemetery and some cool old buildings. No ghosts were reported seen. By the end of the night our legs felt like they would fall off. We got back to the rooms and they were so cold. When we called the front desk they said they just turned on the boiler and it would take ½ hour to warm up the room. Never happened! We called the front desk all night and complained, while we had them bring up countless blankets and pillows. I took an ambient and passed out cold (literally). We also met a lot of people who didn’t have heat and the hotel made excuses all day and night.
The next morning we went out again and had a great breakfast at a place called Reds. Best home made corn beef hash in a long time. We went to the cemeteries, house of seven gables, found some great Halloween costumes (I also got a French maid outfit for the house). Sasha got a great mask for his 9 year celebration.
It was getting really late so we left. We drive 20 minutes to Boston and went to our favorite restaurant “Union Oyster House”. This was our 3rd time there and it was worth it! Tommy and Lorie also went there with us when we went to Boston for New Years two years ago. Every time we are near Boston we will make a point to go to that restaurant. We got back to Nyack @12……

So, what do I think of Salem?
It was a bit commercial. There are too many around this time of year. The streets roll up at 8 PM and no one gives a shit that you have nothing to do after that. The tourists have little respect for what they see and do. People were sitting on graves while eating chilli dogs. Kids had no idea that these events actually happened. People lettered all over the place.
Some of the buildings were beautiful. It was nice to get to see the real town (under all the glamour). We met some very nice people. Found a very cool and rare 1974 National Lampoons Magazine with Edward Gorey’s illustration on the cover and an excerpt inside.
But best of all we got to spend that experience with one another! That matters most.

Friday, October 13, 2006

we are off in the morning for Salem, Mass-
we lucked out, we got rooms at Hawthorn hotel in salem, so we will not have to drive anywhere. we plan to stay in town- there is too much to do there anyway-
yeahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

For Friday the 13th.....
I am so exited to go to Salem this weekend!!! It looks like a great weekend for it, weather wise. Tom and Lorie are also gearing for the event. I think everyone is looking forward to the food most of all. Mass has the best raw bars ever.
I am looking into the museums in Salem as well. There is a lot in the way of Witches. Should make for a scary fun filled weekend amongst friends and loved ones.
Going to take a lot of photos as well…..keep you posted.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Boo Hoo
I have a cold...

good time to write some more..

oh, yeah i almost forgot, we are leaving for Salem on Friday the 13th to make it even more scary- lets hope that they dont have a showing of Flashdance in any theaters on the way there.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

The jagged teeth of the comb fought through the greasiness of her matted dark hair. Her swollen and malnourished eyes peered out of the 17th story dormer window. Her hand sluggishly pushed the comb halfheartedly over the right side of her head. The comb like tips of blades gnawed at the exhausted strands of hair. Reluctant to push the comb over the last portion of her head she was then overcome with sickness. She ran into the kitchenette and discharged the contents of her stomach into the sink. A white foamy whirlpool lay thick and rank at the bottom of the discolored basin. Her eyes reflection, red and teary as she ran the cold tap, lapping from her cupped hands. A faint hope of washing the bitter sour taste from her mouth. Her body then descended into shivers while her body broke out in a cold sweat. She needed that fix or she would go out of her mind. One of her sleazy dealers told her he would be there in the morning to drop off her daily rock of dope. It was one PM and her body knew more unspeakable torment than she. She slumped in crude form on the sticky discolored sheets of her single mattress. She raked her half chewed fingernails over the bloody cankered bumps along her right arm. She began to disrupt the scabs of her tracks until her arm looked like streaks of varnish on virgin wood. She sat impoverished while she pruned from an unweeded garden of nettles.
Her stomach felt uneasy again as she thought about the deliverance of the needle that she wanted to slide into her hot hungry vein. The ends of her hair dripped like a leaky water tap absorbing into the fabric of her tattered shirt sleeve. The bones of her fingers snapped as she ran her fingers through her matted wet hair. She pulled her bangs away from her eyes to the back of her head. Her fingers became stuck in what felt like a cocoon of knots. She had not finished combing the back of her hair. She searched franticly around the room for the comb while succumbing to the heavy residue still in her mind. A hard knock at the door yanked her out of deep thought.


Her Maleficent saint stood heavy at her door. The author of all things who was her savior. She was now exempt from future punishments. Her vestal body knelt obscenely before his judgment, his retributive justice. His angelic hand revealed the silver wrapped sacrament now unearthed to her. Her regeneration, her morning prayer now answered. She scurried along the dirty carpet for foil and lighter. She quickly turned the rock to liquid on the bent spoon. Her teeth clutched the needle while she searched her arms for a vein. The liquid flushed out of the needle and christened her in divine light. Confessions ran ramped through her mind while tears welt up in her eyes. Water flowed out of the tear ducts and remission of sin ran down her cheeks. Her subconscious self ran to hold her unconscious self then slowly fell back into the mattress. She was freed from earthly pain deep within the monastery of the needle.
Her dealer came over to her with his collection plate. She didn’t answer for a few minutes, her mind still glazed in sticky confections. When she came to she realized her pockets were vacant. Her ill-bread landlord made a typical house call earlier that morning. She said she would turn a trick or two and have it by tomorrows visit. Her mind now sharp to reality was forced to remember that incident. His ruff and vulgar stature standing over her as she wept for not having the money for rent. How he knocked her around for not having rent. She felt the side of her cheek. It was still hot and red from his hand print. He seized her brutally down to her knees and show her that another kind of settlement would do for the time being. His smelly cock robed her mouth. But what was far worse was the feeling of having a thick tuff of her hair rifled between his ill-proportioned knuckles and repulsive fist. His spasm and discharge a flare in her mind, now over. She snapped back to reality when the door to her apartment slammed. He was gone and she was alone, abandoned with the blotches of dried blood and a newly recent smudge stripped from her vein. She felt dejected as her heart palpitated. She closed her bloodshot eyes and yearned to comb her hair, the knot that now mirrored her ordeal with her landlord. She drifted off into a drunken impure sleep. She was sailing far too close to the wind.
Turrets trip to the Saint Patrick’s Cathedral


The meeting was over
The measure had passed
It was finally time for
A school trip to mass.

The special Ed students
All boarded the bus
To Saint Patrick’s Cathedral
Without any fuss.

The children were special
With only turrets
All self medicated
Except the teacher, without any regrets.

When they arrived
The great hall was massive
They walked around
Still quite passive.

Within the next hour
It was time for mass
Hundreds huddled to their pews
Including the class.

The organ sang
Right up to the heavens
Then the bishop got ready
To read from page 7.

The air was soft
The cathedral silent
Then all of a sudden
Timmy’s screams became violent.

A 1 syllable screech
That resembled a turd
Sprang from his lips
That everyone heard.

Before people could believe it
The whole class quickly followed
A chorus of obscenity
That was unable to swallow.

The teacher was shocked
The others just starred
She got them all ready
To get the hell out of there.

On the bus ride home
She thought in fear
No more school trips
For the turrets kids this year.
We are getting ready for our big Halloween trip to Boston, Salem to be exact. We have been talking about this for a year or so, and it is going to happen this year. Our friends Tommy and Lorie, who went with us to Boston on New Years two years ago have agreed to join us. We have a website that shows lists of Haunted houses, amusement parks, and scary graveyards across the United States. On our weekend trip to Salem, we will map out and stop to them on the way up there. Should be a great weekend….