Wednesday, December 22, 2010
from a lovely lady, to my daughter ...
Enough, Christina. We will simply continue to pray for the boys safety, and for YOU to come to your senses and learn to take responsibility for your own choices, instead of Looking for someone else to blame for the choices you make. You a...re a Mother. It's your job to care for your children and ensure their safety and well being. Drugging them to be sure they sleep when it's convenient for you is NOT doing that job. Grow up. Get a job. Assume responsibility for youself and the children you have brought into this world. Finish your education. And for Gods sake, stop using and abusing the people you encounter along your way who try to reach out to help you and love you. Mend the divide YOU have created FOR NO REASON between TJ and his parents. Recognize your parents/step parents for the people that they are; not perfect, but they love you, despite your actions, and WANT to help. Dylan and Caleb are adorable, WONDERFUL children, but are WAY behind where they should be at this age, because they need YOU....Or another adult who will put them FIRST. If you can't, or WON'T, turn them over to people who will, so they can thrive. The bottom line is, GET YOURSELF TOGETHER. You're and Adult. Have more respect for yourself and your family and act like one. Good luck and God Bless. Momz
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Within less than an hour
I transferred some of my posted "notes" from Facebook to this blog. Like I said before, I love to keep things in "memory".
The Square Root of "3" by:Unknown
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.
Love by "unknown"
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, Richness and many other feelings, including Love. One day Fear told all the other feelings that a big tidal wave would someday come over the island and the island would disappear. All the feelings succumbed to Fear, and they began to build boats so they could leave the beloved island. Love was the only one who chose to stay.
When the island was almost swallowed up by water, Love finally decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a great big boat. Love so kindly asked, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered: "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." Love then asked Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel: "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you, Love. You are wet, muddy, and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by, so Love again asked for help: "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Then Happiness passed by Love, but she was so happy that she did not even hear or pay any attention when Love called out for help!
Suddenly, there was a voice: "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed and kept giving thanks over and over that Love forgot to ask the elder's name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. As love felt so grateful to the elder, she decided to find Knowledge, whom she asked, "Do you know who helped me?" "It was Time, " Knowledge responded. "Time?" Love repeated. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered: "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
When the island was almost swallowed up by water, Love finally decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a great big boat. Love so kindly asked, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered: "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." Love then asked Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel: "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you, Love. You are wet, muddy, and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by, so Love again asked for help: "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Then Happiness passed by Love, but she was so happy that she did not even hear or pay any attention when Love called out for help!
Suddenly, there was a voice: "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed and kept giving thanks over and over that Love forgot to ask the elder's name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. As love felt so grateful to the elder, she decided to find Knowledge, whom she asked, "Do you know who helped me?" "It was Time, " Knowledge responded. "Time?" Love repeated. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered: "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
Heretic Heart
by Catherine Madsen
I am a bold and a Pagan soul a-rattlin' through this land.
I judge the world by my own lights and I come by my own hand;
And if you ask me where I learned to live so recklessly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
My mother was a spinner of tales, my father a dreaming man.
And I have swung on the Dragon's Tongue and danced on holy land.
I have sung the seed up from the ground and the bird down from the tree;
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
Once I was bound but now I'm gone away from the faithful fold
From those who preach that holiness is to do as you are told.
Though law and scripture, priest and prayer have all instructed me,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
They tell me Jesus loves me, but I think he loves in vain;
He must go unrequited, on me he has no claim.
My healer is the Lady Moon whose tides run deep in me.
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
And while I breathe this glorious air, an outlaw I'll remain;
My body will not be subdued and I will not be saved.
And if I cannot shout aloud, I'll sing it secretly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority!
I am a bold and a Pagan soul a-rattlin' through this land.
I judge the world by my own lights and I come by my own hand;
And if you ask me where I learned to live so recklessly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
My mother was a spinner of tales, my father a dreaming man.
And I have swung on the Dragon's Tongue and danced on holy land.
I have sung the seed up from the ground and the bird down from the tree;
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
Once I was bound but now I'm gone away from the faithful fold
From those who preach that holiness is to do as you are told.
Though law and scripture, priest and prayer have all instructed me,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
They tell me Jesus loves me, but I think he loves in vain;
He must go unrequited, on me he has no claim.
My healer is the Lady Moon whose tides run deep in me.
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.
And while I breathe this glorious air, an outlaw I'll remain;
My body will not be subdued and I will not be saved.
And if I cannot shout aloud, I'll sing it secretly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority!
Ed Gein
As a child Ed grew up under the watch of his dominating mom. Once she died, he masturbated over her cadaver and got busy working on what would turn him into the Van Gogh of Crime. Ed wasn't too sure about his sexuality.
First he considered cutting off his dick, then thought about a sex change operation. Finally he settled on grave robbing and a strange type of transvestite necrophilia. To become a woman he would carve out the genitalia of female cadavers and wear them over his own.
Ed had a knack for fashion and home decorations. In his farm he built The Sistine Chapel from Hell. A devout recycler, he found uses for all parts of the anatomy. He had a belt made out of nipples, a skin vest that he wore on special occasions, mobiles made out of noses, skulls on his bedposts, cranial bowls for soup, drums made out of skin, and the beat goes on. His strangeness was uncovered when police came knocking on his door investigating the disappearance of a store keeper.
Although he was only officially linked to two murders, a couple of "fresh" vaginas were found in his house that could not be matched to his known victims or any cemetery records. He was also suspected of killing his brother and two other men who disappeared near his farm. Many have tallied greater numbers than Ed, but few achieved his degree of weirdness.
http://www.francesfarmersrevenge.com/stuff/serialkillers/gein.htm
First he considered cutting off his dick, then thought about a sex change operation. Finally he settled on grave robbing and a strange type of transvestite necrophilia. To become a woman he would carve out the genitalia of female cadavers and wear them over his own.
Ed had a knack for fashion and home decorations. In his farm he built The Sistine Chapel from Hell. A devout recycler, he found uses for all parts of the anatomy. He had a belt made out of nipples, a skin vest that he wore on special occasions, mobiles made out of noses, skulls on his bedposts, cranial bowls for soup, drums made out of skin, and the beat goes on. His strangeness was uncovered when police came knocking on his door investigating the disappearance of a store keeper.
Although he was only officially linked to two murders, a couple of "fresh" vaginas were found in his house that could not be matched to his known victims or any cemetery records. He was also suspected of killing his brother and two other men who disappeared near his farm. Many have tallied greater numbers than Ed, but few achieved his degree of weirdness.
http://www.francesfarmersrevenge.com/stuff/serialkillers/gein.htm
Manson, Charly
Born "no name Maddox" in Cincinnati, Ohio, on November 12, 1934, Manson was the illegitimate son of Kathleen Maddox, a 16-year-old prostitute. His surname was derived from one of Kathleen's many lovers, whom she briefly married, but it signified no blood connection. During 1936, Kathleen filed a paternity suit against one "Colonel Scott," of Ashland, Kentucky, winning the grand monthly sum of five dollars for the support of "Charles Milles Manson." Scott instantly defaulted on the judgment, and he died in 1954, without acknowledging his son.
In 1939, Kathleen and her brother were sentenced to five years in prison for robbing a West Virginia gas station. Charles was packed off to live with a strictly religious aunt and her sadistic husband, who constantly berated the boy as a "sissy," dressing him in girl's clothing for his first day of school in an effort to help Manson "act like a man." Paroled in 1942, Maddox reclaimed her son, but she was clearly unsuited to motherhood. An alcoholic tramp who brought home lovers of both sexes, Kathleen frequently left Charles with neighbors "for
an hour," then disappeared for days or weeks on end, leaving relatives to track the boy down. On one occasion, she reportedly gave Charles to a barmaid, in payment for a pitcher of beer.
By 1947, Kathleen was seeking a foster home for her son, but none was available. Charles wound up in the Gibault School for Boys, in Terre Haute, Indiana, but fled after ten months, rejoining his mother. She still didn't want him, and so Manson took to living on the streets, making his
way by theft. Arrested in Indiana, he escaped from the local juvenile center after one day's confinement. Recaptured and sent to Father Flanagan's Boy's Town, he lasted four days before his next escape, fleeing in a stolen car to visit relatives in Illinois. He pulled more robberies en route and on arrival, leading to another bust at age 13. Confined for three years in a reform school at Plainfield, Indiana, Manson recalls sadistic abuse by older boys and guards alike. If we may trust his memory, at least one guard incited other boys to rape and torture Manson, while the officer stood by and masturbated on the sidelines.
In February 1951, Manson and two other inmates escaped from the Plainfield "school," fleeing westward in a series of stolen cars. Arrested in Beaver, Utah, Manson was sentenced to federal time for driving hot cars across state lines. Starting off in a minimum-security establishment, Manson assaulted another inmate in January 1952, holding a razor blade to the boy's throat and sodomizing him. Reclassified as "dangerous," Manson was transferred to a tougher lock-up, logging eight major disciplinary infractions - including three homosexual assaults - by August 1952. He was moved to the Chilicothe, Ohio reformatory a month later, and suddenly turned over a new leaf, becoming a "model" prisoner almost overnight. The cunning act was rewarded by parole in May 1954.
Arrested a second time for driving hot cars interstate, in September 1955, Manson got off easy with five years probation. He celebrated by skipping a court date in Florida, on pending charges of auto theft, and his probation was promptly revoked. Picked up in Indianapolis on March 14, 1956, he was sent to the federal prison at Terminal Island, California, winning parole on September 30, 1958. Seven months later, on
May 1, 1959, he was jailed in Los Angeles, on charges of forging and cashing stolen U.S. Treasury checks. Once more, he escaped with probation, swiftly revoked with his April 1960 arrest for pimping and transporting whores interstate. Entering the lock-up at McNeil Island, Manson listed his religion as "Scientologist"; his IQ was tested at 121. Paroled on March 21, 1967, over his own objections, Manson was drawn to San Francisco and the teeming Haight-Ashbury district.
In was the "Summer of Love," when thousands of young people flocked to the banner of drugs and "flower power," heeding Timothy Leary's advice to "tune in, turn on, drop out." The streets and crash-pads over-flowed with teenage runaways and drifters, seeking insight on the world and on themselves. Behind the scenes, a minor army of manipulators - gurus, outlaw bikers, pushers, pimps and Satanists - stood ready to squeeze a grim profit from the Age of Aquarius.
In San Francisco, Manson displayed a surprising charisma, attracting young drop-outs of both sexes, drawn from all strata of white society. Some, like Mary Brunner, were college graduates. Others, like Susan Atkins and Robert Beausoleil, were involved with Satanic cults. Most were hopelessly confused about their lives, adopting Manson as a combination mentor, father-figure, lover, Christ incarnate, and the self-styled "God of Fuck." They drifted up and down the state in fluctuating numbers, with the "family" topping fifty members at its peak. From Mendocino and the Haight to Hollywood, Los Angeles, Death Valley, Manson's nomads followed their leader as the Summer of Love became a nightmare. Along the way, they rubbed shoulders with the Church of Satan, the Process Church of Final Judgment (worshipping Satan, Lucifer and Jehovah simultaneously), the Circe Order of Dog Blood, and --some say - the homicidal "Four Pi Movement." Manson grew obsessed with death and "Helter Skelter," his interpretation of a Beatles song predicting race war in America. In Manson's view, once "blackie" had been driven to the point of violence, helpless whites would be annihilated, leaving Manson and his family to rule the roost.
On October 13, 1968, two women were found beaten and strangled to death near Ukiah, California. One, Nancy Warren, was the pregnant wife of a highway patrol officer. The other victim, Clida Delaney, was Warren's 64-year-old grandmother. The murders were ritualistic in nature, with 36 leather thongs wrapped around each victim's throat, and several members of the Manson "family" - including two later convicted of unrelated murders - were visiting Ukiah at the time.
Two months later, on December 30, 17-year-old Marina Habe was abducted outside her West Hollywood home, her body recovered on New Year's Day, with multiple stab wounds in the neck and chest. Investigators learned that Habe was friendly with various "family" members, and police believe her ties with the Manson group led directly to her death.
On May 27, 1969, 64-year-old Darwin Scott - the brother of Manson's alleged father - was hacked to death in his Ashland, Kentucky, apartment, pinned to the floor by a long butcher knife. Manson was out of touch with his California parole officer between May 22 and June 18, 1969, and an unidentified "LSD preacher from California" set up shop with several young women, in nearby Huntington, around the same time.
On July 17, 1969, 16-year-old Mark Walts disappeared while hitchhiking from Chatsworth, California, to the pier at Santa Monica, to do some fishing. His battered body, shot three times and possibly run over by a car, was found next morning in Topanga Canyon. Walts was a frequent visitor to Manson's commune at the Spahn
Movie Ranch, and the dead boy's brother publicly accused Manson of the murder, though no charges were filed.
Around the time of Walts' death, a "Jane Doe" corpse was discovered near Castaic, northeast of the Spahn
Ranch, tentatively identified from articles of clothing as Susan Scott, a "family" member once arrested with a group of Manson girls in Mendocino. Scott was living at the ranch when she dropped out of sight, and while the Castaic corpse remains technically unidentified, Susan has not been seen again.
In the month between July 27 and August 26, 1969, Manson's tribe slaughtered at least nine people in Southern California. Musician Gary Hinman was the first to die, hacked to death in retaliation for a drug deal gone sour, "political" graffiti scrawled at the scene in his blood, as Manson tried to blame the crime on "blackie." On August 9, a Manson hit team raided the home of movie director Roman Polanski, slaughtering Polanski's wife - pregnant actress Sharon Tate - and four of her guests: Abigail Folger, Jay Sebring, Voytek Frykowski, and Steven Parent. The following night, Manson's "creepy crawlers" killed and mutilated another couple, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca, in their Los Angeles home.
An atmosphere of general panic gripped affluent L.A., the grisly crimes demonstrating that no one was safe. On August 16, sheriff's deputies raided the Spahn
Ranch, arresting Manson and company on various drug-related charges, but Charles was back on the street by August 26. That night, he directed the murder and dismemberment of movie stuntman Donald "Shorty" Shea, a hanger-on who "knew too much" and was suspected of discussing family business with police.
Ironically, Manson's downfall came about through a relatively petty crime. On the night of September 18-19, 1969, members of the family burned a piece of road-grading equipment that was "obstructing" one of their desert dune buggy routes. Arson investigators traced the evidence to Manson, and he was arrested again on October 12. A day later, Susan Atkins was picked up in Ontario, California, and she soon confided details of the Tate-LaBianca murders to cellmates in Los Angeles. Sweeping indictments followed, but even Manson's removal from circulation could not halt the violence.
On November 5, 1969, family member John Haught - alias "Zero" - was shot and killed while "playing Russian roulette" in Venice, California. Eleven days later, another "Jane Doe" - tentatively identified as family associate Sherry Cooper - was found near the site where Marina Habe's body had been discovered in 1968. On November 21, Scientologists James Sharp, 15, and Doreen Gaul, 19, were found dead in a Los Angeles alley, stabbed more that 50 times each with a long-bladed knife. Investigators learned that Gaul had been a girlfriend of Bruce Davis, a family member subsequently convicted of first-degree murder in L.A.
And Manson's arm was long. Joel Pugh, husband of Mansonite Sandra Good, flew to London in late 1968, accompanied by Bruce Davis. Their mission included the sale of some rare coins and the establishment of connections with Satanic orders in Britain. Davis returned to the United States in April 1969, but Pugh lingered on, and his body was found in a London hotel room on December 1, his throat slit with razor blades, his blood used to inscribe "backwards writing" and "comic book drawings" on a nearby mirror.
Charged with the seven Tate-LaBianca murders, Manson and three of his female disciples - Susan Atkins, Patricia Krenwinkel, and Leslie Van Houten - went to trial in June 1970. The defense rested its case on November 19, and attorney Ronald Hughes disappeared eight days later, after he was driven to Sespe Hot Springs by two family associates called "James" and "Lauren." The lawyer's decomposing corpse was found in Sespe Creek five months later, around the time Manson's death sentence was announced, and positive identification was confirmed through dental X-rays.
Prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi believes that he has traced the fate of "James" and "Lauren," suspected of guilty knowledge in Hughe's death. On November 9, 1972, hikers found the body of 26-year-old James Willett, shotgunned and decapitated, in a shallow grave near Guerneville, California. Three days later, Willett's station wagon was spotted outside a house in Stockton, and police arrested two members of the Aryan Brotherhood inside, along with three Manson women. Lauren Willett, wife of James, was buried in the basement, and an initial tale of "Russian roulette" was dropped in April 1973, when four of the suspects pled guilty to murder charges.
Meanwhile, the Manson trials continued in Los Angeles. Trigger man Charles "Tex" Watson was convicted and sentenced to die for the Tate-LaBianca murders in 1971. During August of that year, six family members - including original disciple Mary Brunner - tried to steal
140 weapons from a Hawthorne gun shop, planning to break Manson out of jail, but they were captured in a shootout with police. All were subsequently convicted, and Brunner was also sentenced for participation in the Hinman murder. Robert Beausoleil and Susan Atkins picked up additional death sentences for that slaying, while Manson, Bruce Dais, and Steve Grogan were convicted in both the Hinman and Shea murders.
Various death sentences were overturned by the US Supreme Court's
1972 ruling against Capital Punishment, and all of the family
hackers are now technically eligible for parole. In Manson's absence,
Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme held the family reins,
corresponding with Charlie in prison and spreading his gospel on the
streets, forging new alliances with sundry cults and racist
groups. In September 1975, she tried to assassinate President
Gerald Ford, but her pistol misfired and Squeaky was sentenced to
life imprisonment.
As for the family patriarch, commutation of his
death sentence launched Manson on a seemingly endless tour of the
California prison system - from San Quentin to Vacaville, on to
Folsom, back to San Quentin, and so no. Wherever he went, the
pattern was identical: conflicts with authority and other inmates,
various beatings and murder attempts (to date, he has been poisoned,
set on fire, and badly beaten several times), half-hearted hunger
strikes, and raving television interviews. In March 1974,
Manson was diagnosed as an " acute psychotic" two months
later he assaulted a guard; two months after that, he was caught
passing notes about a planned escape attempt.
The Aryan Brotherhood, once Manson's de facto bodyguard, soon turned against
him, one member sexually assaulting him at San Quentin, others
beating him up at Folsom, another team slipping rat poison into his
favorite soft drink. Still, there were rumors of Charlie
orchestrating payback: one of his AB tormentors was stabbed to death
at Folsom, while another was shotgunned by the proverbial persons
unknown, shortly after his parole. Both crimes were probably
related to the Brotherhood's traffic in drugs or continual feuding
with blacks, but Manson was pleased to take credit for the murders
with a wink and a grin.
While eligible for parole since 1972, no
convicted killer has yet been released.
Susan Atkins and Tex Watson claim to have"found God" in
prison, Watson founding his own ministry with a small but loyal
cadre of disciples in the free world. Krenwinkel and Van
Houten insist they have changed, matured, but no public official
mindful of his future in elective office is prepared to take them at
their word. As for Manson Himself, his yearly parole hearings
- those he deigns to attend - have been converted into a theater of
the grotesque, with Manson rambling incoherently, sometimes for
hours on end, on topics ranging from the Brazilian rain forest to
his by an unjust society. Sometimes he
doesn't show at all: in 1979, for example, he passed on the hearing
and sent the parole board a "Get Out of Jail Free" card
from his Monopoly set. And there is always more trouble
waiting for Manson, wherever he goes. In August 1997, he was
sentenced to serve seven months at California's
"super-max" Pelican Bay State Prison, after he was
convicted of selling drugs to other inmates. He completed that
sentence in June 1998 and was transferred to yet another
lockup Also in that year, Manson had a parole hearing that
was videotaped and broadcast by Court-TV He was of course
denied. Seven months later he was put in the hole, where he
served two months, and was charged with "illegal business
dealings". During the following eight months he was placed on
"restricted status and had visits and phone calls
curtailed. Since then Manson has continuously gone between
"the hole" and the protective housing unit. Manson's
most recent and 10th parole hearing was on April 24, 2002.He
refused to attend. It is believed that he did not attend
because he did not want to be seen in shackles but the prison would
not allow him to go without handcuffs. His parole was again
denied.The next hearing will be in 2007. Until then he
will remain in prison which is where his headline-grabbing antics
will undoubtedly continue.
The house at 10050 Cielo Drive, rented
by Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate was demolished in 1994. An
Italian-style mansion has been built in its place and the street
address has been changed. Originally, the mansion was priced
at $12.5 million, but the price was reduced to $7.7 million.
As of the end of 1999, the house still remained vacant. Most
agencies refuse to list it and believe that it will probably stay
vacant.
The 43-acre property in Chatsworth, formerly
known as Spahn Ranch, was sold for an undisclosed amount to the
Church of Rocky Peak.
In 1939, Kathleen and her brother were sentenced to five years in prison for robbing a West Virginia gas station. Charles was packed off to live with a strictly religious aunt and her sadistic husband, who constantly berated the boy as a "sissy," dressing him in girl's clothing for his first day of school in an effort to help Manson "act like a man." Paroled in 1942, Maddox reclaimed her son, but she was clearly unsuited to motherhood. An alcoholic tramp who brought home lovers of both sexes, Kathleen frequently left Charles with neighbors "for
an hour," then disappeared for days or weeks on end, leaving relatives to track the boy down. On one occasion, she reportedly gave Charles to a barmaid, in payment for a pitcher of beer.
By 1947, Kathleen was seeking a foster home for her son, but none was available. Charles wound up in the Gibault School for Boys, in Terre Haute, Indiana, but fled after ten months, rejoining his mother. She still didn't want him, and so Manson took to living on the streets, making his
way by theft. Arrested in Indiana, he escaped from the local juvenile center after one day's confinement. Recaptured and sent to Father Flanagan's Boy's Town, he lasted four days before his next escape, fleeing in a stolen car to visit relatives in Illinois. He pulled more robberies en route and on arrival, leading to another bust at age 13. Confined for three years in a reform school at Plainfield, Indiana, Manson recalls sadistic abuse by older boys and guards alike. If we may trust his memory, at least one guard incited other boys to rape and torture Manson, while the officer stood by and masturbated on the sidelines.
In February 1951, Manson and two other inmates escaped from the Plainfield "school," fleeing westward in a series of stolen cars. Arrested in Beaver, Utah, Manson was sentenced to federal time for driving hot cars across state lines. Starting off in a minimum-security establishment, Manson assaulted another inmate in January 1952, holding a razor blade to the boy's throat and sodomizing him. Reclassified as "dangerous," Manson was transferred to a tougher lock-up, logging eight major disciplinary infractions - including three homosexual assaults - by August 1952. He was moved to the Chilicothe, Ohio reformatory a month later, and suddenly turned over a new leaf, becoming a "model" prisoner almost overnight. The cunning act was rewarded by parole in May 1954.
Arrested a second time for driving hot cars interstate, in September 1955, Manson got off easy with five years probation. He celebrated by skipping a court date in Florida, on pending charges of auto theft, and his probation was promptly revoked. Picked up in Indianapolis on March 14, 1956, he was sent to the federal prison at Terminal Island, California, winning parole on September 30, 1958. Seven months later, on
May 1, 1959, he was jailed in Los Angeles, on charges of forging and cashing stolen U.S. Treasury checks. Once more, he escaped with probation, swiftly revoked with his April 1960 arrest for pimping and transporting whores interstate. Entering the lock-up at McNeil Island, Manson listed his religion as "Scientologist"; his IQ was tested at 121. Paroled on March 21, 1967, over his own objections, Manson was drawn to San Francisco and the teeming Haight-Ashbury district.
In was the "Summer of Love," when thousands of young people flocked to the banner of drugs and "flower power," heeding Timothy Leary's advice to "tune in, turn on, drop out." The streets and crash-pads over-flowed with teenage runaways and drifters, seeking insight on the world and on themselves. Behind the scenes, a minor army of manipulators - gurus, outlaw bikers, pushers, pimps and Satanists - stood ready to squeeze a grim profit from the Age of Aquarius.
In San Francisco, Manson displayed a surprising charisma, attracting young drop-outs of both sexes, drawn from all strata of white society. Some, like Mary Brunner, were college graduates. Others, like Susan Atkins and Robert Beausoleil, were involved with Satanic cults. Most were hopelessly confused about their lives, adopting Manson as a combination mentor, father-figure, lover, Christ incarnate, and the self-styled "God of Fuck." They drifted up and down the state in fluctuating numbers, with the "family" topping fifty members at its peak. From Mendocino and the Haight to Hollywood, Los Angeles, Death Valley, Manson's nomads followed their leader as the Summer of Love became a nightmare. Along the way, they rubbed shoulders with the Church of Satan, the Process Church of Final Judgment (worshipping Satan, Lucifer and Jehovah simultaneously), the Circe Order of Dog Blood, and --some say - the homicidal "Four Pi Movement." Manson grew obsessed with death and "Helter Skelter," his interpretation of a Beatles song predicting race war in America. In Manson's view, once "blackie" had been driven to the point of violence, helpless whites would be annihilated, leaving Manson and his family to rule the roost.
On October 13, 1968, two women were found beaten and strangled to death near Ukiah, California. One, Nancy Warren, was the pregnant wife of a highway patrol officer. The other victim, Clida Delaney, was Warren's 64-year-old grandmother. The murders were ritualistic in nature, with 36 leather thongs wrapped around each victim's throat, and several members of the Manson "family" - including two later convicted of unrelated murders - were visiting Ukiah at the time.
Two months later, on December 30, 17-year-old Marina Habe was abducted outside her West Hollywood home, her body recovered on New Year's Day, with multiple stab wounds in the neck and chest. Investigators learned that Habe was friendly with various "family" members, and police believe her ties with the Manson group led directly to her death.
On May 27, 1969, 64-year-old Darwin Scott - the brother of Manson's alleged father - was hacked to death in his Ashland, Kentucky, apartment, pinned to the floor by a long butcher knife. Manson was out of touch with his California parole officer between May 22 and June 18, 1969, and an unidentified "LSD preacher from California" set up shop with several young women, in nearby Huntington, around the same time.
On July 17, 1969, 16-year-old Mark Walts disappeared while hitchhiking from Chatsworth, California, to the pier at Santa Monica, to do some fishing. His battered body, shot three times and possibly run over by a car, was found next morning in Topanga Canyon. Walts was a frequent visitor to Manson's commune at the Spahn
Movie Ranch, and the dead boy's brother publicly accused Manson of the murder, though no charges were filed.
Around the time of Walts' death, a "Jane Doe" corpse was discovered near Castaic, northeast of the Spahn
Ranch, tentatively identified from articles of clothing as Susan Scott, a "family" member once arrested with a group of Manson girls in Mendocino. Scott was living at the ranch when she dropped out of sight, and while the Castaic corpse remains technically unidentified, Susan has not been seen again.
In the month between July 27 and August 26, 1969, Manson's tribe slaughtered at least nine people in Southern California. Musician Gary Hinman was the first to die, hacked to death in retaliation for a drug deal gone sour, "political" graffiti scrawled at the scene in his blood, as Manson tried to blame the crime on "blackie." On August 9, a Manson hit team raided the home of movie director Roman Polanski, slaughtering Polanski's wife - pregnant actress Sharon Tate - and four of her guests: Abigail Folger, Jay Sebring, Voytek Frykowski, and Steven Parent. The following night, Manson's "creepy crawlers" killed and mutilated another couple, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca, in their Los Angeles home.
An atmosphere of general panic gripped affluent L.A., the grisly crimes demonstrating that no one was safe. On August 16, sheriff's deputies raided the Spahn
Ranch, arresting Manson and company on various drug-related charges, but Charles was back on the street by August 26. That night, he directed the murder and dismemberment of movie stuntman Donald "Shorty" Shea, a hanger-on who "knew too much" and was suspected of discussing family business with police.
Ironically, Manson's downfall came about through a relatively petty crime. On the night of September 18-19, 1969, members of the family burned a piece of road-grading equipment that was "obstructing" one of their desert dune buggy routes. Arson investigators traced the evidence to Manson, and he was arrested again on October 12. A day later, Susan Atkins was picked up in Ontario, California, and she soon confided details of the Tate-LaBianca murders to cellmates in Los Angeles. Sweeping indictments followed, but even Manson's removal from circulation could not halt the violence.
On November 5, 1969, family member John Haught - alias "Zero" - was shot and killed while "playing Russian roulette" in Venice, California. Eleven days later, another "Jane Doe" - tentatively identified as family associate Sherry Cooper - was found near the site where Marina Habe's body had been discovered in 1968. On November 21, Scientologists James Sharp, 15, and Doreen Gaul, 19, were found dead in a Los Angeles alley, stabbed more that 50 times each with a long-bladed knife. Investigators learned that Gaul had been a girlfriend of Bruce Davis, a family member subsequently convicted of first-degree murder in L.A.
And Manson's arm was long. Joel Pugh, husband of Mansonite Sandra Good, flew to London in late 1968, accompanied by Bruce Davis. Their mission included the sale of some rare coins and the establishment of connections with Satanic orders in Britain. Davis returned to the United States in April 1969, but Pugh lingered on, and his body was found in a London hotel room on December 1, his throat slit with razor blades, his blood used to inscribe "backwards writing" and "comic book drawings" on a nearby mirror.
Charged with the seven Tate-LaBianca murders, Manson and three of his female disciples - Susan Atkins, Patricia Krenwinkel, and Leslie Van Houten - went to trial in June 1970. The defense rested its case on November 19, and attorney Ronald Hughes disappeared eight days later, after he was driven to Sespe Hot Springs by two family associates called "James" and "Lauren." The lawyer's decomposing corpse was found in Sespe Creek five months later, around the time Manson's death sentence was announced, and positive identification was confirmed through dental X-rays.
Prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi believes that he has traced the fate of "James" and "Lauren," suspected of guilty knowledge in Hughe's death. On November 9, 1972, hikers found the body of 26-year-old James Willett, shotgunned and decapitated, in a shallow grave near Guerneville, California. Three days later, Willett's station wagon was spotted outside a house in Stockton, and police arrested two members of the Aryan Brotherhood inside, along with three Manson women. Lauren Willett, wife of James, was buried in the basement, and an initial tale of "Russian roulette" was dropped in April 1973, when four of the suspects pled guilty to murder charges.
Meanwhile, the Manson trials continued in Los Angeles. Trigger man Charles "Tex" Watson was convicted and sentenced to die for the Tate-LaBianca murders in 1971. During August of that year, six family members - including original disciple Mary Brunner - tried to steal
140 weapons from a Hawthorne gun shop, planning to break Manson out of jail, but they were captured in a shootout with police. All were subsequently convicted, and Brunner was also sentenced for participation in the Hinman murder. Robert Beausoleil and Susan Atkins picked up additional death sentences for that slaying, while Manson, Bruce Dais, and Steve Grogan were convicted in both the Hinman and Shea murders.
Various death sentences were overturned by the US Supreme Court's
1972 ruling against Capital Punishment, and all of the family
hackers are now technically eligible for parole. In Manson's absence,
Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme held the family reins,
corresponding with Charlie in prison and spreading his gospel on the
streets, forging new alliances with sundry cults and racist
groups. In September 1975, she tried to assassinate President
Gerald Ford, but her pistol misfired and Squeaky was sentenced to
life imprisonment.
As for the family patriarch, commutation of his
death sentence launched Manson on a seemingly endless tour of the
California prison system - from San Quentin to Vacaville, on to
Folsom, back to San Quentin, and so no. Wherever he went, the
pattern was identical: conflicts with authority and other inmates,
various beatings and murder attempts (to date, he has been poisoned,
set on fire, and badly beaten several times), half-hearted hunger
strikes, and raving television interviews. In March 1974,
Manson was diagnosed as an " acute psychotic" two months
later he assaulted a guard; two months after that, he was caught
passing notes about a planned escape attempt.
The Aryan Brotherhood, once Manson's de facto bodyguard, soon turned against
him, one member sexually assaulting him at San Quentin, others
beating him up at Folsom, another team slipping rat poison into his
favorite soft drink. Still, there were rumors of Charlie
orchestrating payback: one of his AB tormentors was stabbed to death
at Folsom, while another was shotgunned by the proverbial persons
unknown, shortly after his parole. Both crimes were probably
related to the Brotherhood's traffic in drugs or continual feuding
with blacks, but Manson was pleased to take credit for the murders
with a wink and a grin.
While eligible for parole since 1972, no
convicted killer has yet been released.
Susan Atkins and Tex Watson claim to have"found God" in
prison, Watson founding his own ministry with a small but loyal
cadre of disciples in the free world. Krenwinkel and Van
Houten insist they have changed, matured, but no public official
mindful of his future in elective office is prepared to take them at
their word. As for Manson Himself, his yearly parole hearings
- those he deigns to attend - have been converted into a theater of
the grotesque, with Manson rambling incoherently, sometimes for
hours on end, on topics ranging from the Brazilian rain forest to
his by an unjust society. Sometimes he
doesn't show at all: in 1979, for example, he passed on the hearing
and sent the parole board a "Get Out of Jail Free" card
from his Monopoly set. And there is always more trouble
waiting for Manson, wherever he goes. In August 1997, he was
sentenced to serve seven months at California's
"super-max" Pelican Bay State Prison, after he was
convicted of selling drugs to other inmates. He completed that
sentence in June 1998 and was transferred to yet another
lockup Also in that year, Manson had a parole hearing that
was videotaped and broadcast by Court-TV He was of course
denied. Seven months later he was put in the hole, where he
served two months, and was charged with "illegal business
dealings". During the following eight months he was placed on
"restricted status and had visits and phone calls
curtailed. Since then Manson has continuously gone between
"the hole" and the protective housing unit. Manson's
most recent and 10th parole hearing was on April 24, 2002.He
refused to attend. It is believed that he did not attend
because he did not want to be seen in shackles but the prison would
not allow him to go without handcuffs. His parole was again
denied.The next hearing will be in 2007. Until then he
will remain in prison which is where his headline-grabbing antics
will undoubtedly continue.
The house at 10050 Cielo Drive, rented
by Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate was demolished in 1994. An
Italian-style mansion has been built in its place and the street
address has been changed. Originally, the mansion was priced
at $12.5 million, but the price was reduced to $7.7 million.
As of the end of 1999, the house still remained vacant. Most
agencies refuse to list it and believe that it will probably stay
vacant.
The 43-acre property in Chatsworth, formerly
known as Spahn Ranch, was sold for an undisclosed amount to the
Church of Rocky Peak.
Hefe Kuchen (Yeast Dough)
=========================== HEFETEIG (YEAST DOUGH) ===========================
500 Gramm Mehl -- 500 g flour
1 Würfel Frische Hefe -- 1 package compressed yeast
80 Gramm Zucker -- 80 g sugar
250 ml Milch -- 250 ml milk
1 Ei (Kl. M) -- 1 egg
1 Teel. Abgeriebene Zitronenschale, unbehandelt -- 1 tsp. lemon zest, from
(untreated) organic fruit
Salz -- Salt
Etwas Mehl, zum Bearbeiten -- Additional flour, for working the dough
============================= BELAG (TOPPING) =============================
700 Gramm Stachelbeeren -- 700 g gooseberries
=========================== STREUSEL (CRUMB TOPPING)===========================
200 Gramm Butter, zimmerwarm -- 200 g butter, room temperature
200 Gramm Zucker -- 200 g sugar
1 Pack. Vanillezucker -- 1 packet vanilla sugar
300 Gramm Mehl -- 300 g flour
1/2 Teel. Abgeriebene Zitronenschale (unbehandelt) -- 1/2 tsp. lemon zest, from
untreated (organic) fruit
=========================== AUSSERDEM ===========================
Etwas Fett für die Saftpfanne -- Some shortening for the sheet pan.
2 Essl. Zucker, zum Bestreuen -- 2 tsp. sugar, for strewing over the baked
Kuchen
1. Für den Vorteig 150 g Mehl in eine Schüssel geben und eine Mulde
hineindrücken. Hefe in die Mulde bröckeln, 10 g Zucker und 125 ml lauwarme
Milch auf die Hefe gießen und verrühren. Abgedeckt an einem warmen Ort 20
Minuten gehen lassen. -- 1. For the starter, place 150 g. of flour in a bowl and
make a hollow in the middle. Crumble the yeast into the hollow and stir in 10
g. sugar and 125 ml of lukewarm milk. Let work, covered, in a warm place for 20
minutes.
2. Für den Teig restliches Mehl, restlichen Zucker, Ei, restliche lauwarme
Milch, Zitronenschale und 1 Prise Salz mischen und mit dem gegangenen Vorteig
verkneten. Teig mit den Händen auf einer bemehlten Arbeitsfläche 10 Minuten
kneten. Eine Kugel formen, mit etwas Mehl bestäuben und abgedeckt an einem
warmen Ort 30 Minuten gehen lassen. 2. For the final dough, mix the rest of the
flour, the remaining sugar, egg, remaining lukewarm milk, lemon peel and a pinch
of salt with the starter. On a floured surface, knead the dough for 10
minutes. Form into a ball, dust with some flour, and let set to rise, covered,
in a warm place for 30 minutes.
3. Die Stachelbeeren waschen, putzen und gut abtropfen lassen. -- 3. Rinse the
gooseberries until they are clean and then let them drain well.
4. Für die Streusel die Butter in Flöckchen schneiden und zusammen mit Zucker,
Vanillezucker, Mehl und Zitronenschale in einer Schüssel zu mittelgroßen
Streuseln reiben. -- 4. For the Streusel, in a bowl cut the butter into the
sugar, vanilla sugar, flour and lemon peel until medium-size pieces form.
5. Den gegangenen Hefeteig auf einer bemehlten Arbeitsfläche kurz durchkneten,
dann auf die Größe der Saftpfanne ausrollen. Teig in die mit Backpapier belegte
Saftpfanne legen, die Stachelbeeren darauf verteilen und mit den Streuseln
bedecken. Teig nochmals 15 Minuten gehen lassen. 5. Briefly knead the raised
dough on a floured surface, then roll it out into the size of the sheet pan,
which has been lined with parchment baking paper. Distribute the gooseberries
over the surface of the dough. Cover with the Streusel. Let the dough rise
again for 15 minutes.
6. Den Kuchen im vorgeheizten Backofen bei 200 Grad (Gas 3, Umluft 180 Grad) auf
der 2. Schiene von unten 25-30 Minuten backen. Streuselkuchen vorm Servieren
mit Zucker bestreuen. Dazu passt Schlagsahne. -- 6. Bake the Kuchen in a
preheated oven at 200 degrees C (gas 3, 180 degrees C for a convection oven) on
the next-to-the-bottom rack for 25-30 minutes. Sprinkle the Streuselkuchen with
sugar before serving with whipped cream.)
Tipp: Der Streuselkuchen schmeckt auch mit anderen Früchten wie Pflaumen,
Kirschen oder Äpfeln. -- Tip: This Streuselkuchen tastes good also when made
with other fruits, such as plums, cherries or apples.
500 Gramm Mehl -- 500 g flour
1 Würfel Frische Hefe -- 1 package compressed yeast
80 Gramm Zucker -- 80 g sugar
250 ml Milch -- 250 ml milk
1 Ei (Kl. M) -- 1 egg
1 Teel. Abgeriebene Zitronenschale, unbehandelt -- 1 tsp. lemon zest, from
(untreated) organic fruit
Salz -- Salt
Etwas Mehl, zum Bearbeiten -- Additional flour, for working the dough
============================= BELAG (TOPPING) =============================
700 Gramm Stachelbeeren -- 700 g gooseberries
=========================== STREUSEL (CRUMB TOPPING)===========================
200 Gramm Butter, zimmerwarm -- 200 g butter, room temperature
200 Gramm Zucker -- 200 g sugar
1 Pack. Vanillezucker -- 1 packet vanilla sugar
300 Gramm Mehl -- 300 g flour
1/2 Teel. Abgeriebene Zitronenschale (unbehandelt) -- 1/2 tsp. lemon zest, from
untreated (organic) fruit
=========================== AUSSERDEM ===========================
Etwas Fett für die Saftpfanne -- Some shortening for the sheet pan.
2 Essl. Zucker, zum Bestreuen -- 2 tsp. sugar, for strewing over the baked
Kuchen
1. Für den Vorteig 150 g Mehl in eine Schüssel geben und eine Mulde
hineindrücken. Hefe in die Mulde bröckeln, 10 g Zucker und 125 ml lauwarme
Milch auf die Hefe gießen und verrühren. Abgedeckt an einem warmen Ort 20
Minuten gehen lassen. -- 1. For the starter, place 150 g. of flour in a bowl and
make a hollow in the middle. Crumble the yeast into the hollow and stir in 10
g. sugar and 125 ml of lukewarm milk. Let work, covered, in a warm place for 20
minutes.
2. Für den Teig restliches Mehl, restlichen Zucker, Ei, restliche lauwarme
Milch, Zitronenschale und 1 Prise Salz mischen und mit dem gegangenen Vorteig
verkneten. Teig mit den Händen auf einer bemehlten Arbeitsfläche 10 Minuten
kneten. Eine Kugel formen, mit etwas Mehl bestäuben und abgedeckt an einem
warmen Ort 30 Minuten gehen lassen. 2. For the final dough, mix the rest of the
flour, the remaining sugar, egg, remaining lukewarm milk, lemon peel and a pinch
of salt with the starter. On a floured surface, knead the dough for 10
minutes. Form into a ball, dust with some flour, and let set to rise, covered,
in a warm place for 30 minutes.
3. Die Stachelbeeren waschen, putzen und gut abtropfen lassen. -- 3. Rinse the
gooseberries until they are clean and then let them drain well.
4. Für die Streusel die Butter in Flöckchen schneiden und zusammen mit Zucker,
Vanillezucker, Mehl und Zitronenschale in einer Schüssel zu mittelgroßen
Streuseln reiben. -- 4. For the Streusel, in a bowl cut the butter into the
sugar, vanilla sugar, flour and lemon peel until medium-size pieces form.
5. Den gegangenen Hefeteig auf einer bemehlten Arbeitsfläche kurz durchkneten,
dann auf die Größe der Saftpfanne ausrollen. Teig in die mit Backpapier belegte
Saftpfanne legen, die Stachelbeeren darauf verteilen und mit den Streuseln
bedecken. Teig nochmals 15 Minuten gehen lassen. 5. Briefly knead the raised
dough on a floured surface, then roll it out into the size of the sheet pan,
which has been lined with parchment baking paper. Distribute the gooseberries
over the surface of the dough. Cover with the Streusel. Let the dough rise
again for 15 minutes.
6. Den Kuchen im vorgeheizten Backofen bei 200 Grad (Gas 3, Umluft 180 Grad) auf
der 2. Schiene von unten 25-30 Minuten backen. Streuselkuchen vorm Servieren
mit Zucker bestreuen. Dazu passt Schlagsahne. -- 6. Bake the Kuchen in a
preheated oven at 200 degrees C (gas 3, 180 degrees C for a convection oven) on
the next-to-the-bottom rack for 25-30 minutes. Sprinkle the Streuselkuchen with
sugar before serving with whipped cream.)
Tipp: Der Streuselkuchen schmeckt auch mit anderen Früchten wie Pflaumen,
Kirschen oder Äpfeln. -- Tip: This Streuselkuchen tastes good also when made
with other fruits, such as plums, cherries or apples.
Slow Cooker Steak Stroganoff
Ingredients
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1-3/4 pounds beef top round steak, cut into 1-1/2-inch strips
1 can (10-3/4 ounces) condensed cream of mushroom soup, undiluted
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup onion mushroom soup mix
2 jars (4-1/2 ounces each) sliced mushrooms, drained
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley
Hot cooked egg noodles, optional
Directions
In a large resealable plastic bag, combine the flour, garlic powder, pepper and paprika. Add beef strips and shake to coat.
Transfer to a 3-qt. slow cooker. In a small bowl, combine the soup, water and soup mix; pour over beef. Cover and cook on low for 6-7 hours or until meat is tender.
Stir in the mushrooms, sour cream, and parsley. Cover and cook 15 minutes longer or until sauce is thickened. Serve with noodles if desired. Yield: 6 servings.
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1-3/4 pounds beef top round steak, cut into 1-1/2-inch strips
1 can (10-3/4 ounces) condensed cream of mushroom soup, undiluted
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup onion mushroom soup mix
2 jars (4-1/2 ounces each) sliced mushrooms, drained
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley
Hot cooked egg noodles, optional
Directions
In a large resealable plastic bag, combine the flour, garlic powder, pepper and paprika. Add beef strips and shake to coat.
Transfer to a 3-qt. slow cooker. In a small bowl, combine the soup, water and soup mix; pour over beef. Cover and cook on low for 6-7 hours or until meat is tender.
Stir in the mushrooms, sour cream, and parsley. Cover and cook 15 minutes longer or until sauce is thickened. Serve with noodles if desired. Yield: 6 servings.
Greek Chicken Rice Soup
Ingredients
8 cups chicken broth
1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
1/2 cup shredded carrots
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup chopped celery
6 tablespoons chicken soup base
1/4 teaspoon ground white pepper
1/4 cup margarine
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup cooked white rice
1 cup diced, cooked chicken meat
16 slices lemon
8 egg yolks
Directions
In a large pot, combine the chicken broth, lemon juice, carrots, onions, celery, soup base, and white pepper. Bring to a boil on high, then simmer for 20 minutes.
Blend the butter and the flour together. Then gradually add it to the soup mixture. Simmer for 10 minutes more, stirring frequently.
Meanwhile, beat the egg yolks until light in color. Gradually add some of the hot soup to the egg yolks, stirring constantly. Return the egg mixture to the soup pot and heat through. Add the rice and chicken. Ladle hot soup into bowls and garnish with lemon slices.
I'm adding the chicken meat though, and I'm making the Stock myself.
8 cups chicken broth
1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
1/2 cup shredded carrots
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup chopped celery
6 tablespoons chicken soup base
1/4 teaspoon ground white pepper
1/4 cup margarine
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup cooked white rice
1 cup diced, cooked chicken meat
16 slices lemon
8 egg yolks
Directions
In a large pot, combine the chicken broth, lemon juice, carrots, onions, celery, soup base, and white pepper. Bring to a boil on high, then simmer for 20 minutes.
Blend the butter and the flour together. Then gradually add it to the soup mixture. Simmer for 10 minutes more, stirring frequently.
Meanwhile, beat the egg yolks until light in color. Gradually add some of the hot soup to the egg yolks, stirring constantly. Return the egg mixture to the soup pot and heat through. Add the rice and chicken. Ladle hot soup into bowls and garnish with lemon slices.
I'm adding the chicken meat though, and I'm making the Stock myself.
Zaziki Recipe (Cucumber Sauce)
Cool and creamy, this tangy cucumber dip flavored with garlic is the perfect compliment to grilled meats and vegetables. It's served on the side with warm pita bread triangles for dipping, and is also used as a condiment for souvlaki.
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Total Time: 20 minutes
Ingredients:
3 tbsp. olive oil
1 tbsp. vinegar
2 cloves garlic, minced finely
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. white pepper
1 cup greek yogurt, strained
1 cup sour cream
2 cucumbers, peeled, seeded and diced
1 tsp. chopped fresh dill
Preparation:
Combine olive oil, vinegar, garlic, salt, and pepper in a bowl. Mix until well combined. Using a whisk, blend the yogurt with the sour cream. Add the olive oil mixture to the yogurt mixture and mix well. Finally, add the cucumber and chopped fresh dill. Chill for at least two hours before serving.
Garnish with a sprig of fresh dill just before
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Total Time: 20 minutes
Ingredients:
3 tbsp. olive oil
1 tbsp. vinegar
2 cloves garlic, minced finely
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. white pepper
1 cup greek yogurt, strained
1 cup sour cream
2 cucumbers, peeled, seeded and diced
1 tsp. chopped fresh dill
Preparation:
Combine olive oil, vinegar, garlic, salt, and pepper in a bowl. Mix until well combined. Using a whisk, blend the yogurt with the sour cream. Add the olive oil mixture to the yogurt mixture and mix well. Finally, add the cucumber and chopped fresh dill. Chill for at least two hours before serving.
Garnish with a sprig of fresh dill just before
Bitterness
Lifting Pain's Veil
It is natural to feel resentment or anger when life does not unfold as expected. We consciously or unconsciously anticipated one experience, and we grieve for the loss of it when the universe puts something else in our path. Most of the time, we work through these feelings and they pass. Occasionally, our anger and resentment do not fade and are instead transformed into bitterness. Bitter feelings allow us to become perfect victims in that we no longer feel obliged to work toward healing and choose instead to identify with our pain. Yet as unwholesome as bitterness can be, it is also a natural element of our emotional palette. When we acknowledge that it is okay to feel bitter, we reconnect with our hurt in a constructive way and can begin the process of working through it.
The nature of bitterness is rooted in the fact that the pain we feel provides us with a rationale. We may feel that we deserve to embrace our bitterness to its full extent. And to be bitter is, in essence, to cut ourselves off from all that is positive, hardening our hearts and vowing never to let go of our hurt. But just as bitter feelings can be self-defeating, so too can the release of bitterness be life-affirming in a way that few other emotional experiences are. When we decide that we no longer want to be bitter, we are reborn into a world filled with delight and fulfillment unlike any we knew while in the clutches of bitterness. The veil it cast over our lives is lifted, letting light and warmth touch our souls.
Divesting yourself of bitter feelings can be as simple as truly forgiving and moving on. Even when your bitterness has no concrete object, you can forgive situations too. Healing pain can be challenging but may be easier if you remind yourself that you are the only entity truly affected by your emotional state. In time, you will discover that letting go of your bitterness frees you to initiate the healing process and allows you to once again celebrate the possibility of the more wonderful life you deserve.
It is natural to feel resentment or anger when life does not unfold as expected. We consciously or unconsciously anticipated one experience, and we grieve for the loss of it when the universe puts something else in our path. Most of the time, we work through these feelings and they pass. Occasionally, our anger and resentment do not fade and are instead transformed into bitterness. Bitter feelings allow us to become perfect victims in that we no longer feel obliged to work toward healing and choose instead to identify with our pain. Yet as unwholesome as bitterness can be, it is also a natural element of our emotional palette. When we acknowledge that it is okay to feel bitter, we reconnect with our hurt in a constructive way and can begin the process of working through it.
The nature of bitterness is rooted in the fact that the pain we feel provides us with a rationale. We may feel that we deserve to embrace our bitterness to its full extent. And to be bitter is, in essence, to cut ourselves off from all that is positive, hardening our hearts and vowing never to let go of our hurt. But just as bitter feelings can be self-defeating, so too can the release of bitterness be life-affirming in a way that few other emotional experiences are. When we decide that we no longer want to be bitter, we are reborn into a world filled with delight and fulfillment unlike any we knew while in the clutches of bitterness. The veil it cast over our lives is lifted, letting light and warmth touch our souls.
Divesting yourself of bitter feelings can be as simple as truly forgiving and moving on. Even when your bitterness has no concrete object, you can forgive situations too. Healing pain can be challenging but may be easier if you remind yourself that you are the only entity truly affected by your emotional state. In time, you will discover that letting go of your bitterness frees you to initiate the healing process and allows you to once again celebrate the possibility of the more wonderful life you deserve.
Get Rid of the Dirt in your life
Toxic people. If you are experiencing this in your life, let me share with you what I have learned. I think I can help you to feel better.
* Be comforted in the fact that you are not alone. Every person walking the earth knows at least one toxic person in their life. The toxic person is a family member, friend, associate, workmate, boss, etc. Toxic people come in all shapes and forms as they know no boundaries.
* Realize that until you stop allowing a toxic person to hurt you and your life, they will continue to do so.
* The most important thing to remember is that you have the power to stop a toxic person. You do this by controlling your own actions and reactions. As you probably already know, you cannot control the actions of other people. But the good thing is you can control yourself and your life. You have the power to walk away from a toxic person and not allow them into your life anymore. Freedom is a wonderful and liberating experience.
* Realize that toxic people can drain your health, energy, well being and sanity. It helps to move away from toxic people and move towards people who are positive and uplifting. Positive people are a blessing. Rely on your instincts, they never lie. Train yourself to move away from what hurts you and move towards what feels good. This is one of the smartest life skills you can learn, and also one of the best gifts you can ever give to yourself.
* Toxic people are extremely negative, nasty, narcissitic, miserable, whiny, jealous, inconsiderate, financially irresponsible, selfish, and abusive. They can be criminally minded, mentally ill, or just plain evil. Toxic people are also the ones that abuse alcohol or drugs and then hurt other people. The toxic individual exudes the dark side of human nature all of the time. They cause other people pain, craziness, and aggravation. They are not hard to recognize. Just take notice of how you feel when you are around one of these people. It will be easy to determine. You will immediately feel sick and experience physical symptoms like a headache or stomach pain. Or you will just feel like you are going crazy, but don't worry that is the true mark of being with a toxic person. Remember this so that you will be better able to identify a toxic person. That is the first step towards eliminating one from your life.
* Know that when a person is toxic it is because of their own issues. Sometimes these issues can consist of mental illness. Accept that a toxic persons behavior has nothing to do with you. In life, each of us has to take responsibility for our own actions. Toxic people do not do this. They have a habit of turning things around so that you feel bad, you feel guilty, and you feel like you are at fault. Remember that when dealing with a toxic person, they are responsible for their own actions, but often do not. Realize this and you take back your power.
* The best thing you can do when dealing with a toxic person is to walk away and not allow them to hurt you anymore. If you cannot walk away, then mentally walk away. You can do that by being kind to yourself. Allow yourself to disengage, disassociate, and detach. Detachment is a process of not caring. It is something you do for yourself. It is a mental skill that takes some time to learn at first, but once it is mastered, it can help you to become stronger mentally and physically. Detachment is a necessary skill for preserving your own mental health. Detaching from people and situations that are not good for you is healthy and can help you to feel better. Begin detachment by repeating affirmations. Affirmations are powerful because over time, the mind believes what we program into it. The following are some good examples to help you, but feel free to make your own that speak to you personally.
I do not care about ***. I will not allow *** to hurt me. Detaching from*** will help me to be healthy on many levels.I control my own life and decisions. I am strong.I feel good about the decision to detach. Detachment is healthy and necessary.
* Be comforted in the fact that you are not alone. Every person walking the earth knows at least one toxic person in their life. The toxic person is a family member, friend, associate, workmate, boss, etc. Toxic people come in all shapes and forms as they know no boundaries.
* Realize that until you stop allowing a toxic person to hurt you and your life, they will continue to do so.
* The most important thing to remember is that you have the power to stop a toxic person. You do this by controlling your own actions and reactions. As you probably already know, you cannot control the actions of other people. But the good thing is you can control yourself and your life. You have the power to walk away from a toxic person and not allow them into your life anymore. Freedom is a wonderful and liberating experience.
* Realize that toxic people can drain your health, energy, well being and sanity. It helps to move away from toxic people and move towards people who are positive and uplifting. Positive people are a blessing. Rely on your instincts, they never lie. Train yourself to move away from what hurts you and move towards what feels good. This is one of the smartest life skills you can learn, and also one of the best gifts you can ever give to yourself.
* Toxic people are extremely negative, nasty, narcissitic, miserable, whiny, jealous, inconsiderate, financially irresponsible, selfish, and abusive. They can be criminally minded, mentally ill, or just plain evil. Toxic people are also the ones that abuse alcohol or drugs and then hurt other people. The toxic individual exudes the dark side of human nature all of the time. They cause other people pain, craziness, and aggravation. They are not hard to recognize. Just take notice of how you feel when you are around one of these people. It will be easy to determine. You will immediately feel sick and experience physical symptoms like a headache or stomach pain. Or you will just feel like you are going crazy, but don't worry that is the true mark of being with a toxic person. Remember this so that you will be better able to identify a toxic person. That is the first step towards eliminating one from your life.
* Know that when a person is toxic it is because of their own issues. Sometimes these issues can consist of mental illness. Accept that a toxic persons behavior has nothing to do with you. In life, each of us has to take responsibility for our own actions. Toxic people do not do this. They have a habit of turning things around so that you feel bad, you feel guilty, and you feel like you are at fault. Remember that when dealing with a toxic person, they are responsible for their own actions, but often do not. Realize this and you take back your power.
* The best thing you can do when dealing with a toxic person is to walk away and not allow them to hurt you anymore. If you cannot walk away, then mentally walk away. You can do that by being kind to yourself. Allow yourself to disengage, disassociate, and detach. Detachment is a process of not caring. It is something you do for yourself. It is a mental skill that takes some time to learn at first, but once it is mastered, it can help you to become stronger mentally and physically. Detachment is a necessary skill for preserving your own mental health. Detaching from people and situations that are not good for you is healthy and can help you to feel better. Begin detachment by repeating affirmations. Affirmations are powerful because over time, the mind believes what we program into it. The following are some good examples to help you, but feel free to make your own that speak to you personally.
I do not care about ***. I will not allow *** to hurt me. Detaching from*** will help me to be healthy on many levels.I control my own life and decisions. I am strong.I feel good about the decision to detach. Detachment is healthy and necessary.
Let it be known
I wanted to keep this blog rather private and only if someone was actually looking for "it" they would find it, but I don't see a good enough reasoning for this anymore.
I want the world to know how I feel, how I see things and how I care, or don't care.
I want to publish some of those yummy recipes I have to folks, I want to shout out to the world that I AM WHO I AM.
I am using this blog for rather therapeutic purposes only anyways. I like to go back to things I have written, and re-visit the moment as much as I can and analyze if I still feel the same way or if things have changed.
I want my worries and thoughts to be in writing and "in stone" because that's how I feel and because I AM WHO I AM
I want the world to know how I feel, how I see things and how I care, or don't care.
I want to publish some of those yummy recipes I have to folks, I want to shout out to the world that I AM WHO I AM.
I am using this blog for rather therapeutic purposes only anyways. I like to go back to things I have written, and re-visit the moment as much as I can and analyze if I still feel the same way or if things have changed.
I want my worries and thoughts to be in writing and "in stone" because that's how I feel and because I AM WHO I AM
Daily Goddess Devotion
Daily Goddess Devotion
December calls to the Queen of Winter send,
Her blanketing snowflakes to the earth now descend;
The wheel turns to ice and the land cold is bound,
...For the seasons dance in mystical circles round.
Lady Abigail
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
JOURNEY Mother Father
I am on a memory trip today. I know I have so much other stuff that I should be doing, but sometimes things just don't work out that way.
I shall go now and mop my floor... or not ...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
nikos little battlescar aka money saved on halloween costume. meet little frankenstein
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Friday, September 17, 2010
wow time flies
it's been since August 10th that I have posted anything on here. A lot has taken place. Too much to even keep straight. My head is spinning in all sorts of direction. Everyone is driving me nuts right now and I just can't help but think "FUCK YOU, YOU and YOU".
I have the urge to go ballistic, but try my best to control that feeling. It's not easy, and along with the stress going on in my life lately, it's been an exhausting task. I want to cry every minute, not because I am giving up, but because people don't GET to just leave me the fuck alone.
*sigh*
I have the urge to go ballistic, but try my best to control that feeling. It's not easy, and along with the stress going on in my life lately, it's been an exhausting task. I want to cry every minute, not because I am giving up, but because people don't GET to just leave me the fuck alone.
*sigh*
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
meds
well, i think we finally found the right combo for me. My Celexa alone wasn't doing much, I still felt down a lot. Dr. Burnstein put me on Cymbalta and I'm feeling a big difference. The only problem is that it will probably cost me 42 dollars to get it. I don't like that at all. We still haven't gotten more hours at work, plus me being able to only stay until 12:30 during the week doesn't help much either. The only choice i really have to get more hours is to work on the weekends, which means we can never really plan anything "fun" for then. :(
Monday, August 9, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
What was the most interesting place you've traveled to?
there are a few interesting cemeteries we have been to in the past. A lot of people would think Switzerland, Austria, Italy or Hungaria, or East Germany (when the walls were still up) would be my answer, but those places became a routine to me since we went there so much when I was younger.
Who's the most famous person you've met?
I'm sure I met one here and there, but they don't really matter to me just like the next person. ... I'm not into stars.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Anger Rising Part 2
WTF?
On Sunday i told them both that I was making spaghettie for dinner (well actually my moms spaghettie) and they were invited.
Neither one of them showed. :(
My Son was mad at me because I dared to mention above mentioned situation, and my daughter claimed the weather was 'too bad'(it was Windy, Rainy, and cold) to come driving out to my house.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Anger Rising
I am angry! I am angry at my daughter, I am angry at my son in law.
It all started Superbowl Sunday when he came home drunk, puked on the floor, she got on him about it and he attacked her. Some MP next door (they live on Post in Ft. Riley Texas) called the police, they came and thought it was but a joke.
Second time, from what my daughter told me, he tried to force himself onto her, while the older boy was sleeping in bed with them, she refused him and some fight ensued.
He then drove her here, to MI, where she was going to stay, first at my ex-husbands house, then she was going to stay with me and my husband until she found a job and got established.
Well, in the time they were here (Easter Weekend), the cops were at my ex-husbands house 2 times for several things involving them (TJ and Christina).
She went back to KS with him (????????)!
Yesterday I get up, getting ready to work, after less than 5 hours of sleep and a 10 hour shift ahead of me to find out he has yet hurt her again. I didn't know the details.
I found out what happened from her after I got out of work. ....
He apparently ran after her after she was trying to 'get out and take a walk', and tackled her like she was fully geared football player. She flew a couple of feet and hit her shoulder, dislocated it, and hurt her knees, pretty bad.
She called the Police and they came and picked him up, but his parents posted bail for him after only 4 hours.
The Emergency Worker popped the shoulder back in for her.
What upsets me the most about this is that there are 2 innocent, young boys, in that home, watching them 2 going at each other. Its just not right. One is 1.5 and one is 3.
They are both NOT innocent, but it doesn't give my son in law the right in any way shape or form to attack Christina physically.
She's coming back on Tuesday. But until then I am going to be afraid that something else will happen. ... I have to go to bed. It's been a long weekend for me, but I will have to come back and continue this story. There is so much more.
It all started Superbowl Sunday when he came home drunk, puked on the floor, she got on him about it and he attacked her. Some MP next door (they live on Post in Ft. Riley Texas) called the police, they came and thought it was but a joke.
Second time, from what my daughter told me, he tried to force himself onto her, while the older boy was sleeping in bed with them, she refused him and some fight ensued.
He then drove her here, to MI, where she was going to stay, first at my ex-husbands house, then she was going to stay with me and my husband until she found a job and got established.
Well, in the time they were here (Easter Weekend), the cops were at my ex-husbands house 2 times for several things involving them (TJ and Christina).
She went back to KS with him (????????)!
Yesterday I get up, getting ready to work, after less than 5 hours of sleep and a 10 hour shift ahead of me to find out he has yet hurt her again. I didn't know the details.
I found out what happened from her after I got out of work. ....
He apparently ran after her after she was trying to 'get out and take a walk', and tackled her like she was fully geared football player. She flew a couple of feet and hit her shoulder, dislocated it, and hurt her knees, pretty bad.
She called the Police and they came and picked him up, but his parents posted bail for him after only 4 hours.
The Emergency Worker popped the shoulder back in for her.
What upsets me the most about this is that there are 2 innocent, young boys, in that home, watching them 2 going at each other. Its just not right. One is 1.5 and one is 3.
They are both NOT innocent, but it doesn't give my son in law the right in any way shape or form to attack Christina physically.
She's coming back on Tuesday. But until then I am going to be afraid that something else will happen. ... I have to go to bed. It's been a long weekend for me, but I will have to come back and continue this story. There is so much more.
Friday, March 26, 2010
THIS POST SHOULD BE DELETED... 10-31-2014
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Today I'm off
Today is my day off. It took me forever to get moving, but now I'm sorting and moving boxes from one room into the other and hanging more cloths up for Nikolas.
He only has one more box left which has 12-18 months cloths in it.
The cloths he has outgrown, I'm giving to Teresa, a work colleague of mine. Her niece is 17 and pregnant, and from what she said told me, at the babyshower she didn't get much stuff. I'm also going to give her the extra stroller. I know it's not the best of the best, but it's better than nothing.
So yea, I feel like I have been pretty productive.
He only has one more box left which has 12-18 months cloths in it.
The cloths he has outgrown, I'm giving to Teresa, a work colleague of mine. Her niece is 17 and pregnant, and from what she said told me, at the babyshower she didn't get much stuff. I'm also going to give her the extra stroller. I know it's not the best of the best, but it's better than nothing.
So yea, I feel like I have been pretty productive.
About myself
I wanted to put this on my Profile, but since you have to limit it to 1200 characters, it wouldn't fit.
So this is my first entry:
DISCLAIMER: The following Statements are by no means a description of my full personality. A lot of the things mentioned could be "LIKES" or "DISLIKES" as well as "SLIGHT" to "SEVERE" peronality traits. Any concerns, comments or questions should be directly made to the author of this page *me*. Do not assume under any circumstances you know *me* by simply reading these words. Relaying information to others who might use it against *me* is strongly discouraged. I can't find a reason to justify my ways, therefor I take the freedom to express myself on here. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to fuck with your life, therefor don't fuck with mine! AMEN!
.. At LEAST 3 Feet of Personal Space! Procrastinator, Worried, "You Know?", Disturbed, Music, Theta, Creation, Taco Bell, DOA, Fire, Accupressure, Sleep, Alcohol, Chokers, Reading the Dictionary, Too Fucking Pro-Human, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Dragons, Monkeys, Natural Born Killers, Prozac, Candles, Books, Rearview, Target, Pirate, Movies, Tiger, Beta, Bizkit, Adult Swim, G4, Eyes, Protecting, Blue, Spring, Final Fantasy, Delta, Estherria and Asdian, Cemeteries, Snow, Pillows, Rain, Incense, Near Death Experiences, Under Pressure, Water, Jack off Jill, Contact Juggling, Nakedness, Scanners, Fark.com, Muses, AudioSlave, Independent Movies, The Supernatural, World of WarCraft, Prayer, Knowing, Underestimated, Still, Addicted, Godsmack, Thief, Non-Existence, Natural Remedies, Red Wine, Puzzles, Cold, Marilyn Manson,Living Dead Dolls, Comic Books, Christmas Lights, Mother Chicken, Respect, Lotion, Dumb Spelling Mistakes, Determination, Italy, Smell, Christina, The Black Album, Nervous, Blankets, Different Thinking, Masks, Accepting, Smoking, Diseased, Porno, Pro-Choice Writing, Wishing, Broke, German, Internet, Silent, Caves, Wind, Dontgivemenames, Laughing, Melt-Down, Breaking Benjamin, 97.1(not anymore!), Phone Phobia, Demented, MoJo Risin, Suicidal, Racing Mind, Black and White Photography, Impulsive, Poetry, Hinder, Catastrophic, Fairy Tales, Money, Roaming, Bass, Darkness, Foreign Films, Games, Email, Kyle, Bonfires, Hope, Respect, Holly Grove...Michigan Renfest (!!), Cheese, Images, Karma, Seeing, Unselfish, Attics, Space, Ability, small Children, Lucidity, Trash, Rocks, Nickleback, Computers, Neurotic, Easily Bothered, Socially Poisoned, Thoughtful, Conspiracy, Emotionally Instable, Alpha, Air, Bats, Words, Agnostic, Grave Desire, Language, Anti-Depressants, System of a Down, Empress of my Universe, Blogging, Drums, Waterfalls, OOBE, MP3 Player, Outside of the box, Gargoyles, 950 AM...WWJ, Red and Khaki, Curteous, Switchblade Symphony, Information Whore, Social Anxiety, Flatliners, AromaTherapy, Crickets, Books, YoYo, Stephen King, Arrrrrrrrrrr, 2 A.M., White Socks, Beads, Parallel Universe, Young Granny :)Peace
So this is my first entry:
DISCLAIMER: The following Statements are by no means a description of my full personality. A lot of the things mentioned could be "LIKES" or "DISLIKES" as well as "SLIGHT" to "SEVERE" peronality traits. Any concerns, comments or questions should be directly made to the author of this page *me*. Do not assume under any circumstances you know *me* by simply reading these words. Relaying information to others who might use it against *me* is strongly discouraged. I can't find a reason to justify my ways, therefor I take the freedom to express myself on here. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to fuck with your life, therefor don't fuck with mine! AMEN!
.. At LEAST 3 Feet of Personal Space! Procrastinator, Worried, "You Know?", Disturbed, Music, Theta, Creation, Taco Bell, DOA, Fire, Accupressure, Sleep, Alcohol, Chokers, Reading the Dictionary, Too Fucking Pro-Human, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Dragons, Monkeys, Natural Born Killers, Prozac, Candles, Books, Rearview, Target, Pirate, Movies, Tiger, Beta, Bizkit, Adult Swim, G4, Eyes, Protecting, Blue, Spring, Final Fantasy, Delta, Estherria and Asdian, Cemeteries, Snow, Pillows, Rain, Incense, Near Death Experiences, Under Pressure, Water, Jack off Jill, Contact Juggling, Nakedness, Scanners, Fark.com, Muses, AudioSlave, Independent Movies, The Supernatural, World of WarCraft, Prayer, Knowing, Underestimated, Still, Addicted, Godsmack, Thief, Non-Existence, Natural Remedies, Red Wine, Puzzles, Cold, Marilyn Manson,Living Dead Dolls, Comic Books, Christmas Lights, Mother Chicken, Respect, Lotion, Dumb Spelling Mistakes, Determination, Italy, Smell, Christina, The Black Album, Nervous, Blankets, Different Thinking, Masks, Accepting, Smoking, Diseased, Porno, Pro-Choice Writing, Wishing, Broke, German, Internet, Silent, Caves, Wind, Dontgivemenames, Laughing, Melt-Down, Breaking Benjamin, 97.1(not anymore!), Phone Phobia, Demented, MoJo Risin, Suicidal, Racing Mind, Black and White Photography, Impulsive, Poetry, Hinder, Catastrophic, Fairy Tales, Money, Roaming, Bass, Darkness, Foreign Films, Games, Email, Kyle, Bonfires, Hope, Respect, Holly Grove...Michigan Renfest (!!), Cheese, Images, Karma, Seeing, Unselfish, Attics, Space, Ability, small Children, Lucidity, Trash, Rocks, Nickleback, Computers, Neurotic, Easily Bothered, Socially Poisoned, Thoughtful, Conspiracy, Emotionally Instable, Alpha, Air, Bats, Words, Agnostic, Grave Desire, Language, Anti-Depressants, System of a Down, Empress of my Universe, Blogging, Drums, Waterfalls, OOBE, MP3 Player, Outside of the box, Gargoyles, 950 AM...WWJ, Red and Khaki, Curteous, Switchblade Symphony, Information Whore, Social Anxiety, Flatliners, AromaTherapy, Crickets, Books, YoYo, Stephen King, Arrrrrrrrrrr, 2 A.M., White Socks, Beads, Parallel Universe, Young Granny :)Peace
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