White Lace

The heat is not typical of the season. The season finds me alone. I am lost. I find myself unhinged and once more losing my footing. I had tried to get away from the temptation. I attempted to deny myself the guilty pleasure of being yours in minutes that were not really ours to waste away. The heat of the season will remind me of the afternoons we stole. Your kiss still burns on my skin. You are the cursed fever that I've been trying to shake off all these years.

If I could afford to give him a second chance, I would.

Georgia on my Mind (Ray Charles)

We also fought over animal crackers. We fought over who gets the lion-shaped crackers, she always wanted to eat them lions, I wouldn't let her. The lions belonged to me, still does.

We can't fight over food here, too.

I miss animal crackers as well.

Alphabet soup!

My twin sister and I used to fight over the letters.

I see a carrot.

A friendly phallic symbol.

I blame the rain and my dirty mind.

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Here's a favorite of mine: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.

"First published in 1970, this extraordinary book changed the way Americans think about the original inhabitants of their country. Beginning with the Long Walk of the Navajos in 1860 and ending 30 years later with the massacre of Sioux men, women, and children at Wounded Knee in South Dakota, it tells how the American Indians lost their land and lives to a dynamically expanding white society. During these three decades, America's population doubled from 31 million to 62 million. Again and again, promises made to the Indians fell victim to the ruthlessness and greed of settlers pushing westward to make new lives. The Indians were herded off their ancestral lands into ever-shrinking reservations, and were starved and killed if they resisted. It is a truism that "history is written by the victors"; for the first time, this book described the opening of the West from the Indians' viewpoint. Accustomed to stereotypes of Indians as red savages, white Americans were shocked to read the reasoned eloquence of Indian leaders and learn of the bravery with which they and their peoples endured suffering."

-from www.amazon.com

I want some scrambled eggs.

Black as sin. No sugar. No cream.

Bitter treat.

Delectable.

I dance the usual dances.

I do wish though that they conducted lessons here for lap dancing or dancing with a stripper's pole.

It's a great (albeit) naughty workout.

Anything to add spice to life.

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