EXPRESS YOURSELF!
What’s this CRAP all about?
FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION!
My neighbors wanted some … CRAZY DRAMA … well, OK … I jumped right in, EXPRESSED MYSELF, me, myself and I! Not only is it some CRAZY DRAMA … it’s pretty SPICY, too!
ALL credit for the content of this juicy story goes to Hooty Queen for all her HOT and SPICY doings, otherwise my blog wouldn’t exist. She’s gets top billing as the REAL …
RED HOT MAMA
of the Cul-de-sac
Warning! … Studies being done suggest a strong link to viewing
and may be the leading cause of a new pandemic …
Barfus Ralphus
(please, limit your viewing of this toxic photo)
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DEDICATION
This whole big, blogging, blob of blab is dedicated to my neighbors, and is my true expressions of my true impressions … meaning, that I’ve expressed myself … my rage, my forgiveness, and now my research, into the MYSTERY OF THE CUL-DE-SAC CLOWNS, and what has MOTIVATED this MOB of MORONS .
My rage about all the ridiculous crap they’ve done and said, has pushed me into SEVERE SILLINESS!
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My Motto in Life…
𝄞 ♫ ♪ ♪
Express Yourself!
What ever you do … UHHHHHHMMMMMM… do it good.
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What ever you do … UHHHHHHMMMMMM… do it good.
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All right…
It’s not what you look like, when you’re doin´ what you’re doin´.
It’s what you’re doin´ when you’re doin´ what you look like you’re doin´!
Express Yourself!
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(great song, by … Charles Wright & the Watts 103 rd Street Rhythm Band)
If there’s one thing in life, I do regularly, it’s … EXPRESS MYSELF! It’s a very liberating feeling, and I have an endless supply of expressions to express, and possibly, an endless supply of SELVES to do the expressing! I figure, maybe, Yaki will diagnose me with another few selves, since I’m really getting into this split-personality thing, the more the merrier! It’s just, so much FUN, and it is so convenient to have me, myself, and as many more selves as I can muster up. Ya’ll come, share in the creativity …
It’s just A Big Party!
Maybe, soon, I’ll get A ROYAL INVITE , by the Queen to…
Boogie Down with the Clowns!
Well, that idea just got nixed by my selves, yep … just pinched myself, and, that snapped me right back into reality …
ARE YOU CRAZY?
These people are LIARS!
My selves surely watch out for me…
they informed me that…
we only party with people whose
pants are not on fire …
and, in fact, if they have NO PANTS on, but,
would be on fire, if they did …
we don’t party with them, either.
… Picky … Very, Very … Picky …
who we party with, aren’t we?
SPIRIT MESSAGES …
There has been GROSS NAKEDNESS (see…Naked Neighbors…PEEPER’S PARADISE), in my face, over here in Wonderland, and Yaki said that was a message, coming from the spirit world, calling my attention to OVEREXPOSE ALL THEIR CRAP, just as they’ve OVEREXPOSED themselves to me (looks as if Hooty exposed herself to the WHOLE UNIVERSE!)
All very subtle, mystic connections, would never have figured all this out by myself, but, Yaki is such a big help, explaining all about the spirits.
Never thought all that hateful stuff these neighbors did and said to us would have me laughing everyday! I was very upset by those jerks! Just goes to show you that a person can take charge of situations in their lives, themselves, when they can’t get any help from anyone else.
Another motto of mine is …
JUST DO IT!
And … I DO!
So, this blog is … THE TRUTH OF THEIR TRASH, expressed by … MY BAD, SILLY SELVES … my new personalities, that bloomed, due to all the fresh fertilizer, heaped upon my head, by my neighbors.
The stinking, BS they’ve tried to smear my family with, is all over them, now!
Yaki’s such an excellent, therapist, plus, she’s a VOODOO QUEEN, Mystic Cat of Wonderland. Since diagnosing me with split-personality disorder, explained that all this has happened because, I’m just a person who was put into … 
A QUANDARY … MIRED, IN A QUAG … BY THE QUASI QUEEN.
That, just, didn’t work for me, and I deviated from my normal self! Well, now, I guess all my new selves are…
DEVIANTS, and I’ve learned to enjoy them, anyway, just filling my head with Devilish Delights, and much, needed laughter.
There is lots of drama in this TALE OF TRASH, totally childish and severely silly, but true.
However, those lies they said to us, and the threats they made saying they’d ruin my son’s business, WERE NOT FUNNY, AT ALL … and I’m just hoping that I’ll get to hear them have to explain what they said to us. That should be VERY INTERESTING!
OOPS … just EXPRESSING a little bit of RAGE … here … but it won’t last long!
Terrible Temper
So happy I can EXPRESS MYSELF!
Hooty Witch and her dimwit Ex-husband will not be getting away with what they said. As you can all see, what was said, made a HUGE IMPRESSION ON ME, and no, I won’t be letting go of it, even though I’ve forgiven them (they never apologized, but I forgave them anyway). You can’t, just, unring the bell, and this is a bell that should’ve never been rung, but since it was, we’re not going to pretend that it wasn’t, because it was EVIL!
We all need to call EVIL out for what it is, and that is my mission with these people.
Neighbors just don’t say the things they’ve said, act like they have acted, then lie to the police. Neighbors don’t order other neighbors off of their street, and scream out orders for you to …
MOVE!
That great quote by Abraham Lincoln, ’You may deceive all the people part of the time, and part of the people all the time, but not all the people all the time.‘ , a perfect saying, that is very true. I’m offering that thought to the spirit world about those people across the street who said those awful things to us. I know what the truth is, they know what the truth is, and best of all … ALL THOSE SPIRITS KNOW THE TRUTH, including, Chango, the VENGEFUL, Justice Spirit of the Sky!
Some others don’t, know the truth, but I’m very patient, and very determined, so for the time being … let’s just pretend … SHE”S A SAINT … but …
SHE AIN’T …
and, let’s pretend that I’m INSANE … because …
Those are the
♕ QUEEN ‘S WISHES ♕…
and I’m going to make sure she gets what she asked for!
You know that …
WE CAN BE … IF WE ACT … AS IF!
OK, just needed to vent for a moment, thank you, everyone, so, I’ll get back to my SILLY SELVES, now.
We couldn’t let all this get away without expressing ourselves. What could one do with all this RIDICULOUS RUBBISH? You could smother or be crushed under the shear weight of, so much, trifling trash, or transform it into something lighter than air, that’s used for a better purpose, such as a teaching tool, a virtual helium balloon, floating all over the universe, just filled with helpful messages for everyone, just ridiculous enough to provoke thought, at least, some laughter, or maybe, even anger.
Lots of rage was written, but it’s dwindled away with my silly therapy. Still, within the silly, as you just read, there lurks some steam, but for the most part, my fury is gone, since my literary sempiternal hiss is graven into history, and, that has made me feel much better.
There is only one REAL QUEEN on this cul-de-sac, and ♕ Yaki, my cat, gets the crown! She’s very mad, and she practices her Voodoo, daily, and is dumping all their conjured crap, right back at them. WOW, now, that’s some very … STINKY STUFF … ALL OVER THEM … also, some … VERY KINKY STUFF (Oh, Yeah, MAMA) … they’re just a … SOILED MESS!
Since the Mob of 7 are playing childish games to get rid of us, I’ve always heard, to
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FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE …
so that’s exactly what I’ve done, here, I’ve dropped a virtual, nuclear bomb, plus, all those flames from our burning, VOODOO candles, have brought those spirits right over here to see about what’s going on. Lots of drumming (hambone) , chants, and now …
𝄞 ♫ ♪ ♪
Good, Good, Good … Good, Vibrations!
(Great song by the Beach Boys)
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♫ TA DA ♫…
I’ve added a new Yamaha Electric Keyboard. I’m practicing music I played as a child, a little Beethoven and Bach can soothe the soul, and I’m completely enjoying myself. This new instrument allows me to add other instruments and come out sounding like a whole orchestra playing. It records, harmonizes, and it even has drums. I have so many things to learn about my new, fantastic keyboard, it’s just amazing. Looks like LOTS OF NEW, GOOD VIBRATIONS to counteract all the BAD VIBRATIONS these stupid neighbors have been dishing out.
The little birds are flying in close to my window to check out the music; a few days ago the hawks were zooming overhead!
Of course I must be mindful of playing too early or too late, as there is a time and decibel limit. It would be so nice to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata at midnight, but I do respect the law.
Big Jack Ass caused a little, noisy morning the other day, someone called the police (not me), because he was clanking and banging on his WHALE. of a piece of crap, van, at 6 AM! It was missing for a couple of days, and I was thinking that, now, maybe he carted it off to be fixed, but, NOOOOOOOO, it came back home, again, leaking … but wait … it’s disappeared again, but wait … it’s here again. I’ll be watching for the BIG DRIP!
Well, when he does clank and bang again,what better way to drown out all his noise than with a concert of melodies from my fantastic, new, music machine …
SSSOOOOOOO RELAXING!
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Their team … putting out all that bad, bad, negative energy … on this little cul-de-sac, and …
CHAOS, has come … their very own … earned … CHAOS!
Lots of people don’t understand the spirit world, but everyone understands ants … leave a trail of food out, and chances are you’ll have a ant brigade, trouping. The neighbors put out their EVIL, I’ve advertised their EVIL to the UNIVERSE, just to make sure it didn’t get missed (never let a bunch of EVIL go to waste).
The Spirits are swarming to the summit. Some are benevolent and some are malevolent, and, with just the right focus … VOODOO … Yaki (my cat), and I have sent out the invites to this ongoing, cul-de-sac, soirée, and …
IT’S A PARTEEE
every evening …
well, actually, all day, everyday!
I’m in the middle of a…
SEVERELY, SILLY SITUATION!
I laugh a lot!
What made this neighborhood mob think they could CONTROL ME?
It’s all here, for all of you …
CONNOISSEURS … OF THE CRAZY!
When these neighbors started with their hateful things, very quickly … I reached my limit, the breaking point, the last straw, my witt’s end, and that little switch came on in my head and here is this whole, HUGE, BLABBING BLOG, CARTOONS, RAUNCHY REPORTING, POEMS … ALL, JUST, PLAIN RIDICULOUS . Well, I think I was just PUSHED OVER THE EDGE, my new selves manifested, and they just kick into action, keeping me safe from all the evil being hurled at my family, here in Wonderland.
Possibly, this blog could be, one of THE MOST RIDICULOUS THINGS YOU’ll EVER READ!
Oh,
thank you,
thank you,
so very, very much.
I’m so very proud,
and,
am so pleased …
to accept this …
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✰ PRESTIGIOUS AWARD ✰
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for my COLLECTION of …
CRAZY.
I’ve striven to surpass my neighbors’ SLEAZE AND SLIME (whew… it’s a very hard job, don’t think I’ll ever be able to catch up), just so that I can turn ALL their …
STINKY CRAP … INTO COMEDY!
Laughter is the best medicine!
I do feel so much better, now!
HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA!
HE,HE,HE,HE,HE,HE !
Now, I’m The Concert Contessa … see … I can give myself a royal title, too! I come from a very long line of musicians, and I’m thinking of writing a STAGE SHOW or RIDICULOUS OPERA…
about …
‘ THE BOOGIE DOWN CLOWNS ‘.
At the moment, I’m writing the ♪ OPUS DOPUS ♪ , for the opening number.
Who knows what will come of all my creative energy. I just know that I’ve got a lot of practicing to do … practice, practice and practice some more (my compulsive personalities, certainly, come in very handy) until I can remember all my antique music repertoire, and, with all the new stuff … I’m going to be very busy!
I will give everyone this very good advice, as it could come in handy, someday (maybe, today) …
CULTIVATE YOUR CREATIVITY
During needy times, instead of depending on and using others to make me happy, well, I can put a big smile across my own face; sure don’t need to confiscate any of my neighbors’ husbands, or take any meds that tune out my emotions. I can just shake up some serotonin with some of MY SILLY, and I’m a very happy cookie! (see……Brain Chemistry and Cookies)
MMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHH…
Yummy!
If Hooty would learn to be creative … oh, we can’t count conjuring up crap, or thinking up new ways to display her hootchie, or servicing others, or even shopping (spending all that money … wonder if she has any?) … bet she would be much happier if she could just do something, anything … whittle a stick, create with paper and crayons, write a blog … JUST DO IT … EXPRESS YOURSELF! There are so many ways to express yourself, besides conjuring up crap to get your neighbors to move. Looks like the only thing she has created, is …
A BIG MESS…
what, with, Big Jack Ass’s nice wife, missing, since he got all used up by the Hooty Queen; I believe, there was nothing left for her, as he got ALL UP in the Queen’s CONJURED CRAP and just couldn’t manage to use his brain because, looks to me like, it got disabled by …
THE MAGIC BOOTY CRACK.
I really don’t think that Hooty can take survey of her cul-de-sac creation here and take any pride in it, at all. I redid it, my way, since she included me and mine (OH, WOW… was that ever a … VERY BIG MISTAKE). I just couldn’t stand her creation, especially since it was EXPRESSING LIES about my family. There was NO FACT CHECKING that went on within their little, tight knit , NEIGHBORHOOD, NINNIES NEWS GROUP. I certainly will not let someone create CRAP about us, and spread it around, like it’s the truth!
Hooty and Big Jack Ass had a little chat session, just a couple of days ago, he was over at her house. Sure hope they’re not conjuring up new crap! They both looked VERY GRIM; those people should look at themselves in the mirror and practice smiling; you know it would be a shame if their ☹ frowny faces ☹ get stuck.
Just listen to me, suggesting that Hooty should look at herself in a mirror, well, maybe not, that is not a good idea, since I do believe she’s OD’d on that little mirror of hers, already. I’m not a doctor, so don’t let me go giving any advice to a narcissist, although, it might be useful therapy for Big Jack Ass.
You cannot use nasty as your creative medium, and not expect to have a stench all over yourself.
Theoretically Speaking…
You all know, by now, that I theorize a lot, to try and figure out what has created this big mess over here in Wonderland, and for sure, Tree Lady, Hooty~Booty Witch … THE QUEEN of the Cul-de-Sac, is the main culprit, aided by her HotHead daughter, DUFUS EX and the rest of the idiots.
HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM…
I’m just wondering if Hooty, as a child, played in the toilet. Maybe she caught a reflection of herself and that’s when she just, FELL IN LOVE! You know, that would certainly explain a lot, and that theory ties all this up into a neat package, to explain … how NASTY she is, her fetish for creating CRAP, and her …
NARCISSISTIC, LOVE AFFAIR!
There’s just something really special about …
looking at yourself
in a …
pool of cool
… HOPEFULLY …
CLEAR WATER!
Just like anything, you can become addicted, overdoing it, and pretty soon, that addiction, just takes you over, body, mind and soul. By the time you’ve spent too much time with your head in the toilet, your perspective becomes REALLY STINKY, and you become DESENSITIZED, and can ACT REALLY CRAPPY; then people will begin to talk behind your back … because of your NASTY DISPOSITION … and society has a label, for the likes of you …
‘A LITTLE SH/T HEAD’
Then you grow up and transform into …
‘A BIG SH/T HEAD!’
Eventually, you’ll become, an …
‘OLD SH/T HEAD!’
(Hooty is in the third stage)
And, when … I’m optimistic, but it could be
… if …
you reach the PEARLY GATES, You’ll have …
‘SOME SPLAININ TO DO’ ,
you…
‘BIG, OLD SH/T HEAD’!
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List of the progression of my ANGER and my mental therapy…
Click on …
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for more Ridiculous Crap
Please excuse any redundancy in my rantings. EXCUSE ME FOR VENTING…I do ramble on (perhaps I should see a psychiatrist for a PROZAC prescription)…
My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right!
Thank you DADDY, I love you!
…FROM MAD TO GLAD … CAUTION … CHILDREN AT PLAY….
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A Whale Of A Tale
The spirits are sending us an important message, and it is a sad reality of things to come, if we don’t change our ways.
Looks like another synchronistic happening over here … whales… lots of whales. In addition, we have an ocean for them to swim in, all, right here, in front of my home. That would be a lovely image, wouldn’t it? Unfortunately, these whales are swimming in an ocean of oil, by the BIG DRIP, Big Jack Ass, my neighbor and his offensive ride.
This is an unfortunate situation because I have reached my limit with trying to get Oceanside Code Enforcement to handle A REAL PROBLEM, again, caused by that model, Oceanside citizen, Big Jack Ass.
I’ve complained to Dave Manley, Head of Code Enforcement, several times, and he informed me that it was, only … TECHNICALLY, a code violation, that this guy can let his van leak for 15 years, in front of my home, steadily … oil and transmission fluid … on the city street, near the storm drain.
The City of Oceanside paid to resurface our street, which was much needed, since no repairs were made the first fourteen years I lived here, and it was in ill repair, with THE BIG DRIP neighbor fouling the atmosphere with his oil and transmission leaks.
Was so very happy our street was tidy and safe (well, almost safe, except, for the fruits and nuts), after the resurfacing, and I believed that, perhaps, code enforcement might have just mentioned to Big Jack Ass that he should get his leaky vehicles fixed. Or better yet, I was giving him the benefit of the doubt, I thought Big Jack Ass might see that he’d previously made a big mess, other’s might not like to look at, and not to mention the wee, little, problem that it is against the laws of the FEDERAL GOVERNMENT …TO LEAK … tranny fluid, oil, antifreeze, or any toxic substance on the city street; but, oh, maybe, Wonderland is not part of the US Federal Government, not subject to Environmental Protection Agency laws.
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I’m sure Dave Manley, HEAD OF CODE ENFORCEMENT, here in Oceanside, CA … well, I’m real sure that he knows what the laws are concerning this problem. When he says it’s … ’ONLY, TECHNICALLY, A VIOLATION’, I guess … that’s it, whatever that’s supposed to mean.
My city government is in charge over here in Wonderland, and I’ve been duly reprimanded about calling in code violations on my nice neighbors, because we live in Wonderland, and we’re having a ‘SQUABBLE’, with these neighbors, so, the city thinks, and they just do not deal with that, I was told.
I hope my efforts will show someone, somewhere, that what this guy is doing is WRONG (NOT A SQUABBLE), and that he is, indeed, breaking a FEDERAL LAW, which, by the way, should be an OCEANSIDE LAW! And, he IS polluting our city, right next to my house where me and my family, have to be contaminated by his commercial wood, storage van, expressing itself in front of my house with its disgusting … dripping, dripping, dripping.
Wonder if you need a permit to store your commercial products on the city street. HMMMMM … that sounds like it could be a do-able deal for a new law if it isn’t already one. Could get some storage fees, for the city, to help keep our city clean.
You know that being exposed to oil and toxic chemicals causes cancer. I want to request that someone come and clean up this toxic mess, over here, or better yet, make him responsible to clean up his own mess!
Okay, Okay, so… I’m FINALLY, getting the message…
I’m left to deduce that, since I’m still alive and I’ve called several times, left messages for Dave Manley on his line, but never received a call back, that he must mean, he won’t be returning my calls, until after I’m dead.
Gosh, trying to understand our city government is awfully complicated and confusing!
When they resurfaced the cul-de-sac, in February 26, and THE BIG DRIP was dripping within the first few days, steady, so my first call, this time, was around the 1st week in March. Never got a call back, and a river of oil has been flowing over here, on our newly refreshed street, ever since. Left another message or two, but guess Code Enforcement is just too busy for this…
SQUABBLER!
Hope our oceans and all those creatures can wait until our city wakes up! This particular policy , to overlook my complaint because they think I’m a SQUABBLER, is not a good one, because … it allows City of Oceanside to overlook an important problem … POLLUTING OUR WATERS!
There is BIG PROOF, right here, on my street, in front of my house, that this BIG POLLUTING PALOOKA cares only about himself, not City of Oceanside, not the whales or our Pacific Ocean, and certainly, not any of the neighbors!
SAVE THE WHALES …
Don’t believe I’ve been too hasty or bothersome, but, rather patient about this whole distasteful foulness, over here, in Wonderland. But I’m being ignored, again, and I’ve come to realize that lots of folks out there, do care about stuff like this, even if our city government doesn’t. And, I’ll just bet that others might really care if they think about innocent animals being harmed by his pollution.
It’s hard for people to empathize with other people, these days, but hurt an animal, with human uncaring or evil and you’ll rally the troups, every time!
Since I’ve now, planted all this into the Planetary Orbital Plane, the Spirits will make sure that something’s done about this mess. I’m already seeing things happening over here, and of course, Yaki, is keeping me informed on the MYSTIC STUFF.
Maybe the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) will tune into my blog. And, maybe, the EPA can send out a Special Agent, G-Man, TERMINATOR, to check out the pollution on this cul-de-sac, and one who’s had special, tactical training on how to handle a BIG BABY, JACK ASS, APE, BOOGIE MAN, CLOWN, and …
BIG DRIP…
who is crazy enough to come unglued at any moment.
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You know, that guy threatened me … did I mention that?
NEIGHBORHOOD SQUABBLE!
So, now, that I’ve finally gotten Dave Manley’s point (I’m a slow learner), that he’ll return my call … when, and, ONLY … WHEN, I DIE … and, someone in my family can call and tell him my complaint, but wait … does that mean … they’d need to die … before someone else calls in the complaint, to Dave Manley, that … they died, etc.,etc.,etc.?
Looks like before this greasy, dripping, mess would ever be, even, considered a problem on this Wonderland, cul-de-sac, especially, if called in by a squabbler..
EVERYONE, WILL HAVE DIED…
PROBLEM SOLVED !
That’s a smart, fiscally responsible, government plan!
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OH NO!
Wow, is this going to be what our new government proposed, healthcare system will be like?
It’s called bureaucracy, and from what I know of that, we elect the government officials, they hire the government employees to do designated jobs and those employees get to make their own policies!
A good example would be … ‘AVOID SQUABBLES’ … and that one policy trims that Code-Enforcement workload, right down. They can just TOTALLY IGNORE those who don’t fit in with their policies.
Just think, if government takes over healthcare, all those government employees will impose their own policies to trim their workloads, because you know that all those overworked, government, health employees …
WILL GET SICK AND TIRED OF ALL THE SICK AND TIRED,
and their policies, I’m sure, will reflect that!
They won’t even be paid enough by our government to put up with …
ALL, THOSE MANY…
SICK AND TIRED…
SOMETHING’S GOT TO GIVE!
This all sounds mighty depressing, but never fear … put your name on that waiting list, take your place at the end of that line, and the doctor will prescribe you a prescription for … PROZAC, ZOLOFT, WELBUTRIN, etc., or perhaps, a little FREE COUNSELING, to help you decide if you’d prefer some strychnine, cyanide, thallium, etc., or, maybe, a long piece of rope …
You’re all … fixed up, now!
Excuse me, for going off on that wee, tangent, there …
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SOUNDS LIKE A PARTEE !
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I just don’t understand!
Just thinking about this situation, makes my head rotate off it’s hinges; something seems WRONG with this picture, here in Wonderland, but, I was told by David Manley … REPORT LIFE OR DEATH SITUATIONS ONLY ! That was just a very strange thing to tell someone, and I’m really puzzled over my place in this town as a citizen. Do other citizens out there get treated like this by the City of Oceanside?
Answer phones are the best invention! And if your policy is that you only need to return calls to …
NON-SQUABBLERS…
and, violation calls are accepted from…
DEAD PEOPLE ONLY …
that gives those government employees extra time to take care of those real violations, at their leisure, that they don’t have policies against, and gives them some kick-back time, to boot!
That one little, policy, made by code-enforcement to AVOID SQUABBLES, I’ll bet, saves the city a ton of money and time. Smart Thinking, but it sucks when you’re the one the government policy excludes.
It would SUCK to be a WHALE …
trying to stay alive in SLUDGE…
because, NO ONE ELSE CARED TO CALL … except for me …
THE IGNORED SQUABBLER!
Doesn’t seem right that I’m lumped into this squabbler’s group, by the government, when in fact, I’ve never squabbled, only very quietly and privately have written the truth and done my art to express the facts and to vent my anger for therapeutic purposes. These neighbors are the ONLY SQUABBLERS, making threats, and, screaming out crap, making up lies about my family, and spreading them around the neighborhood!
Pollution
What if everyone decides to excrete biohazards on Oceanside’s streets, we could have a dangerous, serious mess.
SPIRIT INTERVENTION
The spirits are sending a message about the whales and the rest of our treasured, sea life, that, before long, if citizens keep up the attitude that their oil and toxic substances don’t pollute, and Oceanside doesn’t … GIVE A HOOT … and it’s only … TECHNICALLY … a code violation, to crap up the earth, wonder what will happen? I don’t believe it to be a good thing, that a technicality about a violation, stops the city from doing the right thing, whatever that is, and Oceanside, just doesn’t give a hoot if a citizen pollutes!
I could understand if Big Jack Ass just accidentally sprang a a little leak, couldn’t help it, but 15 years, later, is a mighty, long leak!
Those marine animals will have a SLUDGED-UP, MURKY HOME, just like me, with all the greasy oil invading them …
all thanks, to the…
BIG JACK ASS AND HIS ILK!
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Before they resurfaced my street, this is what it looked like.
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2 days after the resurfacing.
I was so very happy that I had a neat, unpolluted street, but it surely didn’t last very long!
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1 month after resurfacing…
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Then came the whales
and
SYNCRONICITY…
That big, ugly, whale van next door has been dripping whales!
First, there was Moby Baby, with the big lips …
then, a bigger one …
And, now, this huge, greasy whale, the latest, rather, abstract, with tail in the air,
and , the star of ‘The Big Drip’, the Whale documentary selection below…
These photos of drips from his van, have no artwork or retouching, on them. Anyone looking at these images of oil drips will, surely, see whales, with, not much of a stretch of your imagination! Ugly, aren’t they? Well, all except for Moby Baby; I grew especially fond of that cute, little, whale drip.
If you do have trouble seeing the last whale, just squint your eyes while looking, to shut out the peripheral lighting, and the image of a whale will be clearer.
Aren’t those spirits creative, giving us this artistic message? Showing us, with these images, what will become of our beautiful whales and the rest of the ocean’s creatures, if oil fouls their home …
GREASY, GRIMY, DEAD AND DECOMPOSING WHALES,
STINKING UP THE EARTH …
WHAT A SHAME!
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They could be frolicking in the clean, clear, blue, Pacific with their calves by their sides. But due to uncaring people who pollute, and those who let them get away with it … they, are …
ALL …
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SHAME ON YOU,
You, Big Jack Ass!
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SHAME ON YOU,
CITY OF OCEANSIDE!
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We have the technology to clean up oil spills in the ocean, if that were to occur, on offshore drilling rigs or tankers, but we don’t clean up the oil and toxics that find their way to the oceans via the storm drainage ditches. All those polluters need to STOP IT or BE MADE TO STOP their …
POLLUTING!
We must be willing to speak up about keeping our earth clean?
So, are you asking yourself, what is she talking about … synchronicity?
The fact that Big Jack Ass’s van, hood ornament is …
A W H A L E !
This is just, too, weird! You’ve got to admit this leans in the direction of ’strange doin’s on this cul-de-sac’ …
WHEN A WHALE VAN, LEAKS WHALES
that is definitely, synchronicity!
The Spirits are telling us something … is anyone listening?
You’ll find below, a not so artistically, edited, documentary movie I created… ‘ The Big Drip’ … about the perils of living next door to …
A BIG, EARTH FOULING,
OCEAN POLLUTING, JACK ASS,
who has a drippy, van, used for storing his commercial,
supply of wood on our little, limited, parking space, cul-de-sac !
(That would be, in addition to his other ugly, wood truck and El Camino)
He’s ruined our nice street with his biohazards, again, and is polluting our ocean!
Update: 9.15.09
The Big Jack Ass is spreading wood dust around to try to absorb the grease, and it’s looking like
now, we have ‘ Oilyman’ …
I know it’s abstract, but squint your eyes and you’ll see Oilyman’s profile, with mouth open, just waiting to …
EAT …
BIG JACK ASS
Whale Documentary
“The Big Drip”
To be fair, guess I do need to give credit to the city for their graven warning; when they recently, cleaned out our drainage ditch, they glued this sign to the curb…
Believe they’re trying to give a very, gentle warning to the Big Jack Ass, maybe he’ll see this little reminder, and get the hint, not to pollute our ocean!
I understand that code-enforcement doesn’t like to confront him since he IS such a …
BIG BOOGIE MAN
Sorry, I’m being such a BIG PAIN … but …
IT IS … WHAT IT IS !
(That, of course, will depend upon what the meaning of the word IS … IS!)
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For another example of this little street’s synchronicity, if you dare to peek … see… Egg on her face … MYSTIC LAGNIAPPE (A VERY NASTY, TRASHY, DISPLAY… A LEADING CAUSE OF MIND ROT).
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Notice …
Medical, Spiritual and Political Warning…
If you have already peeked previously at this mind-polluting, page, please permanently, prohibit your peepers from peeking.
You are allowed 2 peeks per person, after which you are placed on a permanent, PERVERT LIST, and, it is presented, promptly, to THE PENTAGON, then …
YOU’RE PERMANENTLY PROHIBITED FROM PARTICIPATING IN THE POLITICAL PROCESS …
BEWARE!
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Ok, so, maybe I was asking too much for you to see Oilyman in the raw image, so, I’ve done a few lines on it, to guide your eyes to see what I see. I tend to look at things in an abstract way.
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Please excuse any redundancy in my rantings. EXCUSE ME FOR VENTING…I do ramble on (perhaps I should see a psychiatrist for a PROZAC prescription)…
My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right!
Thank you DADDY, I love you!
…FROM MAD TO GLAD … CAUTION … CHILDREN AT PLAY….
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Witch Twitch
Oooooohhhhhhh, Nnnnnnooooooo!
A couple of days ago, I passed by The Queen of the Cul-de-sac, we were in our cars, and I smiled at her as she was turning the corner. It looked like she might smile, back, but then, it quickly turned into a facial tic, and, ended up, a grimace.
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I started to notice, several years ago, whenever she saw my son (she just, hates him), how she would get, all, BENT OUT OF SHAPE … uncontrollable, body language , FOUL, BODY LANGUAGE. Now, I’m afraid to say … it’s spreading… she can’t control her face and it looks like … FACIAL FOULNESS, has a hold of her, now. Hhhmmmm … this thing is progressing, rapidly. I just never realized, that maybe, her active ass, might signify a medical problem, with all that twitching.
After we passed each other (she just, hates me), MY BAD SELF… made a comment … ‘wow, what a twitchy, witch’! Anyway our conversation continued until we got home and spoke to our cat, Yaki. She’s getting her PHD, in Body Language, so after discussing our neighbor, Dr. Yaki, diagnosed her with…
Witch Twitch !
an ancient malady.
It’s caused by overheating … hot head, hot mouth, lots of HOT STUFF ! Once you get the HOT THING, going on, it’s a slippery slope, and you turn into a WITCH, and, after enough, witchy things, are done …
the twitching begins …
WITCH TWITCH !
You know, I’m glad to return the favor, and get her a free diagnosis, because a couple of years ago, Doctor Queen, diagnosed me, for free … as a PSYCHO; let all our neighbors know. And, a couple of our neighbors, her Handy Men, have yelled out her free diagnosis at me, in a nasty way …
‘YOUR A PSYCHO’!
That wasn’t very nice, and I don’t even know those guys!
Gosh, my Bad Self has just suggested that I not be so naive, and that, maybe, Doctor Queen, made up that bogus diagnosis; she has no credentials, not a real doctor, not a real QUEEN, she’s just …
FULL OF FAKE !
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You think she would really try to sway neighborhood opinion of me, so that she could get help, to make us move?
Would someone really do all that? Would the QUEEN really … Quid Pro Quo her body … for HANDY MEN, favors? Using those old, deflated, antique, rusty, PEEKY PARTS, or better known as HOOTY~BOOTY. Yaki chimed in and said …
‘WELL … THAT’S WHAT A WITCH DOES!
DDDDDUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!’
I sure feel dumb, that I didn’t recognize all this sooner, but having such a smart and talented cat is great, she really sharpens me!
Scope Out This Silly Scene…
It’s a good thing to look at things from different angles, instead of the same old, stuck in a rut, thinking …trekking along that same path, never venturing to see where another road leads. That’s why I’m looking at our neighborhood problems from all the angles, like a cat, in action, going after something. They creep all around their target, looking for the perfect angle, getting low, or high, maybe changing positions, several times, using, stealth and strategy to accomplish.
Yaki, is a great teacher!
At least that diagnosis of Witch Twitch, is a genuine one, coming, from a soon to be, PHD (Body Language), VOODOO QUEEN (A REAL QUEEN, I might add), Mystic Cat of Wonderland, and a wonderful therapist. Quite a few credentials, so unlike the NO CREDENTIALS, NOSY, NINNY, NUT, across the street, dishing her diagnosis, for these duds to diss me.
Well, you’ll know for sure, things are strange, when a WITCHY WAITRESS moves in, and declares herself the TOP CHICKEN, in charge of Wonderland . That would include my ocean view, and she’s the one who’s in charge of parking, over here, and she won’t allow my family or friends any parking passes on our street. Is that FAIR?
She is out of order on the ‘Pecking Order’!
She and her clown crew have picked the wrong person to peck on (see …The Pecking Order).
I’m just a swamp puppy, taking it easy, in the California sun, got pecked on, by the self-proclaimed …TOP CHICKEN and her PECKER PEEPS … woke up … grumpy and hungry.
That’s okay, I’ll just cut those lemons, I’ve been given, squeeze them into lemonade … and have me a chicken sandwich!
A very good thing to remember … don’t ever mess with stuff that might have a sharp edge!
‘could, paint a picture’
I was so furious over how the neighbors were acting to my family, so … hhhmmmmmm, so, what could I do with all that FURY , let’s see … let’s see … could paint a picture … yes, that’s a GREAT IDEA! Would take my mind off the hurt and anger, I was feeling!
What can I paint? Let’s see … the beautiful, blue, Pacific Ocean? 
Where? Where? Oh … you mean those little, bits of blue, peeking from behind those Queen Palm fronds.
When I look out at the magnificent, Pacific Ocean, I see those dull, green, palms waving in front of my face, like a red cloth in front of the bull … but wait, now I’m seeing … a woman, but wait … again … what’s that thing … let’s see … let’s see … why, I see … yes … yes … it’s a butt crack … YUCK …and, that would be, an …
OLD BUTT CRACK …
wagging around, enticing, casting a magic spell, sending out her special …
BOOGIE BEAM … to the BOZOS.
I’m so glad that I was able to seize that vision of my lovely neighbor, with her hiny~shining, you know, I might have totally missed that art, had I been painting a picture of the ocean.
As you’ve all probably noticed, the HINY~SHINING is a central theme of this whole situation, therefore, lots of …
The ‘Boogie Down’ Clowns
One door closes and another one opens. I’ve totally gotten over my view of that water, and have a new, passion, now…
FOCUS ON THE FAMILY …
THAT MORON, MELON-HEAD, CUL-DE-SAC, CLOWN CREW.
An endless supply of silly is surging through my senses, just waiting to surface!
Gosh, I just love being an artist because I can always create, whatever emotion, whatever I see, think, or want to conjure. It is my job to express my feelings, creating art, in a thoughtful way, conveying a message, to everyone … anywhere. People all over this world, are reacting to this ridiculous rant and raunchy renderings!
My purpose is to educate the masses about EVIL NEIGHBORS, WITCHES, and CLOWNS; a public service, definitely needed, to raise awareness and to navigate through those …
TRICKY, TRASHY, ELEMENTS of SOCIETY.
I AM A…
PROVACATEUR…
WOW, now, that’s some powerful stuff, to know that, I, as an artist, am a, provocateur …
LOVE IT!
What a great thing to be … PROVACATEUR … provoking thought all over this universe! Even though it is negative, it’s all their negative, not mine. My addition to this mix, is the silly art, and as much learning material as I can put together to shine the spotlight on their EVIL.
Art is the very best vehicle for sending a message . You can see an image and interpret what it means to you, in an instant, at just, a glance; It pulls you in … now, you look deeper. Try to understand what the artist thought and felt; notice the detail, the technique, the emotion, and intensity. Colors capture, and, saturate your mind. Now, there could be movement, attracting your attention, maybe with a few cryptic messages, to lead you. ?? THINKING ?? Do you get the message, the emotion?
Cryptic communications from the cartoons,
conjure up the crazy characters
of these cul-de-sac, clowns.
Thought provoking!
I’ve never liked clowns.
Why should you want to think about a WITCH AND CLOWNS? Well, because it’s good to learn about bad acting people, who would take things from you … they are all out there, everywhere, just waiting to use , and harm you.
This is a …
TIMELESS, TALE OF TRASH.
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BEWARE of tha BOOGIE !
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List of the progression of my ANGER and my mental therapy…
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for more Ridiculous Crap
Please excuse any redundancy in my rantings. EXCUSE ME FOR VENTING…I do ramble on (perhaps I should see a psychiatrist for a PROZAC prescription)…
My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right!
Thank you DADDY, I love you!
…FROM MAD TO GLAD … CAUTION … CHILDREN AT PLAY….
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Silly cartoons and tales of the cul-de-sac …Oceansidetrees.com
THE HANDY MAN CAN
My new, catchy song, can be ,very loosely, sung, to the tune of The Candy Man Can … from the 1971 film … Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
THE HANDY MAN CAN
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Who can remodel a kitchen, never pay a fee,
Doesn’t get a permit, ’cause he likes to be a cheat ,
The Handy Man … ohhhhh, yes … the Handy Man can …
‘Cause the Queen shines her hiny, and turns his brain to mush,
OOOhhhhh … Yes … she can!
Who can make a big threat, to chase the neighbors off,
Try to scare a granny into getting out of town, the Big Jack Ass … can,
Ooohhhh … Yes … another Handy Man …
Who wants, so bad, to make her world go ’round …
‘Cause the Queen shines her hiny, and turns his brain to mush,
OOOhhhhh … Yes … she can!
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The Queen, over there, has enlisted her ex-husband and these moron men neighbors, all around us, to fight for her cause, to get us to move.
I’ve been doing some thinking, and I see what the problem is … The Queen just, absolutely … LOVES TO USE THOSE HANDY MEN … BIG, OLD, EXTRA LARGE, BEEFY GUYS … to take care of HER MANY, QUEENLY NEEDS, of which, she deemed necessary to get her Handy Men to try to TAKE CARE OF MY FAMILY, in her EVIL WAY!
Okay, so, at some time, she must have heard about how… LARGE MAN HANDS and LARGE FEET … signifies a HIDDEN, MANLY ASSET …
HER PERFECT HANDY MAN …
AAAHHHMMMM … AAAHHHMMMM … let’s not go there, I’m blushing a fuschia color, and my face is not matching my shirt!
Whenever I go into my deep, thinking state, about all this trashy, QUEEN SLEAZE, I feel, uuugggghhhhhhh, ssssoooooo slimy, because I try to, actually, think SLEAZY, like the Queen, herself. Not a pleasant job, it STINKS, but, all, part of my scientific research into my unneighborly situation.
My theory about all her bad choices of Handy Men … she has a severe, perceptual problem, must’ve come from her childhood! In her perpetually, ENTITLED, needy, state (beggars are usually not choosy, but this one’s a QUEEN), she is perceiving … OVERSIZED … which must be that Grandiose personality problem she suffers from, you know, when her stuff always seems bigger and better, MORE, QUEENLY.
She really, really likes a group of LARGE, HANDY MEN, with all those big assets, and valuable Handy Man, attention, bestowed on her. But, what she was not astute enough to recognize, she has chosen, from the very limited choices, here, in Wonderland, and has UNWITTINGLY, acquired …
A WHOLE CREW OF CUL-DE-SAC CLOWNS!
Who knew there would be this many clowns on one little cul-de-sac?
Perhaps, she’s learned, by now (you know, she’s done lots of research), that every man who has big feet and hands doesn’t necessarily have those, ‘LARGE LOUIE’, hidden assets, but might have, hard to find … ‘LITTLE LOUIE’, with ‘LITTLE LOUIE’ brains, that are equally difficult to find, if not impossible.
Big problem for the Queen, over here in Wonderland, I really hate to be the one who tells her that …
B I G C L O W N F E E T
A R E N O T R E A L !
Anyway, the Queen, can’t see reality, her choices have been extremely limited with this CREW on our little, cul-de-sac, and she should have given some kind of an IQ test to these jokers, before she enlisted their help with her EVIL plan. Better yet … she should’ve taken an IQ test before she started her conjuring, before involving her Handy Men in her evil against us. She might have saved everyone lots of grief and time, but then, we wouldn’t have all this silliness stamped into the Cosmos for everyone to enjoy.
She’s been looking at herself in that little mirror, way too long!
I’m real sure, that all this, wasn’t quite what she had planned, but now, her UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES are shining all over her. She took HER EVIL SCHEME, added …
the 4 STREET STUDS, and her 2 daughters … the STUPID SISTERS …
S U C H A S H O W !
When someone unleashes a mob of morons on me, I will use all my magic powers … Cartoon Karma for everyone involved and … THAT VOODOO, WE DO, SO WELL!
CLOWNS 101
When you unabashedly, ADVERTISE YOUR ASS … BIG CHANCE … YOU WILL CAPTURE CLOWN ATTENTION!
She should go back to school, Clown College, at least, long enough, to learn how to identify clowns so the next time she wants to conjure up some CRAP, maybe her next Handy Man, she’ll pick one who has a brain in his head, instead of confetti.
- First lesson she needs to learn … how to recognize those … OVERSIZED, CLOWN SHOES!
- Second lesson … big orange or red gloves … most likely, always, belong to A CLOWN (with the exception of hunters)!
- Third lesson … Cover up that ASS (CLOWN BAIT)!
And, girls, just a word, here … about those LARGE MAN HANDS and LARGE MAN FEET … if you’re into measuring … your best bet …
M E A S U R E H I S I Q !
Hope this post isn’t too, obtuse, and, that all could follow my obtrusive, observations of this obscene, scene … and, I do know EXACTLY what I’m talking about …
even, if you don’t!
List of the progression of my ANGER and my mental therapy…
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Please excuse any redundancy in my rantings. EXCUSE ME FOR VENTING…I do ramble on (perhaps I should see a psychiatrist for a PROZAC prescription)…
My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right!
Thank you DADDY, I love you!
…FROM MAD TO GLAD … CAUTION … CHILDREN AT PLAY….
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Silly cartoons and tales of the cul-de-sac …Oceansidetrees.com
Mirror, mirror in my hand…
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Mirror, mirror in my hand
Who’s the fairest in Wonderland?
Me, me, me, it’s me, of course,
I see me, and no one else!
My mirror is a wee bit small, but limited space means…
I TAKE IT ALL.
Who dares me to think they even matter?
I can dish out breakfast, lunch and dinner,
Serve up CRAP on a silver platter,
And, bring you a big, cold, glass of sweet, iced tea…
I’m REALLY, REALLY SPECIAL,
as can be.
With all my shining attributes, a talented, chatty, waitress…
I’ve crowned myself , THE QUEEN, over here, and expect all others to notice.
If they don’t, they will pay … for, I can make up juicy lies,
Spread them around, to …
ALL MY GUYS,
Fire them up, make them mad, have them acting mighty BAD!
With the insight of Copernicus, I have placed ME …
Squarely … at the center of this UNIVERSE.
Little mirror in my hand,
Show me the Queen of Wonderland …
Oh, look … It’s me … it’s me…
THE ONLY ONE THAT I CAN SEE!
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Yaki, was digging and digging in her cat box, covering up this poem she wrote, during one of her MYSTIC VOODOO, candle-burning sessions. It seems, she says, that she remotely viewed the Queen over there in her boudoir, admiring herself, and Yaki crafted this poem from the Queen’s very, narrow view of reality …
looking at herself in her little mirror.
I asked Yaki, ‘what are you doing, little kitty, in your cat box, digging and covering that poem’? She gave me a slant-eyed, hisssssss and told me that she was disgusted with the CRAP this witch has put out, and because she thinks she’s soooooo very special!
Yaki told me that SHE is the ONLY QUEEN on this cul-de-sac, and that anyone thinking different is delusional, and she’s conjuring a new special spell, just for that VERY SPECIAL LADY.
Yaki says this waitress needs a REALITY CHECK!
List of the progression of my ANGER and my mental therapy…
Click on …
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✰ INDEX ✰
for more Ridiculous Crap
Please excuse any redundancy in my rantings. EXCUSE ME FOR VENTING…I do ramble on (perhaps I should see a psychiatrist for a PROZAC prescription)…
My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right!
Thank you DADDY, I love you!
…FROM MAD TO GLAD … CAUTION … CHILDREN AT PLAY….
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Silly cartoons and tales of the cul-de-sac …Oceansidetrees.com
