Finished my painting! Inspired by Tom Lehrer’s music- especially the song, “We Will All Go Together When We Go” and lyrics:
For if the bomb that drops on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too,
There’ll be nobody left behind to grieve.…
Oh we will all burn together when we burn.
There’ll be no need to stand and wait your turn.
When it’s time for the fallout
And saint peter calls us all out,
We’ll just drop our agendas and adjourn.
You know what comes to mind when I feel like my life is totally fucked and I feel like curling up into a ball and ignoring everything? “THE SHOW MUST GO ON”
This is the personal blog of the lady who runs MotoLady. I ride motorcycles, I am rarely a passenger…?

Sometimes now and then
I have a hard time remembering when
I found you
If I’ve lost it all before…
If I stumbled back for more…
Once a neurotic dream
Now the whole world seems
Black and blue
(April 2010)
Quiet flutterance
Voices utterance
Between our presence
By happenstance, my mind
Palpitations cadence
Pulsations consilience
Beyond your grasp
By blast, my energy
Chaos begets time.
(July 12, 2010)
I love the taste of your lips
To feel them pressed against mine
Your heat beneath my hands
Sweat slick, riding the waves
I love the feel of your pulse
I feel safe in your arms
And can take control of the world
(July 21st, 2009)
A spadish woman, sharp of the tongue. Has a great distaste for improbity. Eximious in nature, eclectic in taste. Veridity is of great importance. Did I mention, takes great pleasure in overly eloquent words?
Twisting hips
Divine retribution on your lips
Protrusion, imminence
Your chest heated and tense
Consume a breath, so immense
Writhing flesh, we collect what’s left
An accord of resistance
Through your cold fingertips
In tiny sips, your teeth pinch
Eyelids flutter, muscles contract
Escapism in it’s final act
(Oct 8, 2010)
Things people who don’t pay attention to my personal tumblr don’t get to see… Me with lavender toner in my hair!
I think my issue is that I can’t be happy with anything the way it is.
At least it can always be said of me, ‘Well… at least she’s honest.’
Oh the ways in the world
How we watch them sway
And let them cause delay
Wishing and waiting
How we let them fall
Like it’s nothing at all
i am a creature of habit that thrives off chaos.