Upon hearing that Donald Trump kicked off Holy Week by selling bibles the Devil was quoted as saying,
” Wow. There are only two things that I wouldn’t do and hawking bibles just before Easter is one of them. The other thing is hawking bibles at all.
Oh and if you see Donald, let him know I most certainly am not looking forward to seeing him- but it is what it is.”
AI ARTWORK: CURSEJOURNEY
For RDP Tuesday: Buy Now!
RDP Wednesday: Tiara
I won’t sugar coat it- when I was little I wanted to be a Disney Princess.
Specifically I wanted to be Snow White because she got to live in the woods with little trolls and her hair was jet black.
Of course in the end, she almost died and a Prince ( as far as I was concerned he was Captain Kirk ) had to save her life ( OH THE SHAME OF IT ALL HA!).
I held tight onto that fantasy until a few of my school friends pointed out that I wasn’t white and therefore I could NOT be a Princess, let alone one called Snow White.
Some people are born jerks and they were put on this Earth to kill dreams. No kidding. It’s true. I know that for a fact.
snow white
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BexHappy
So with my dreams of ever wearing a tiara, becoming a Princess and finding my Prince Charming ( Captain Kirk) dashed straight to Hell before I turned seven years old, I resigned myself to a rocky, dark path. One that is full of monsters and deadly plants and haunted castles, cottages and graveyards. One where the sky is full of creatures with leathery wings instead of soft feathery ones.
On this path that goes from one horror to another. nobody sings and it is always midnight.
Like I said, some people are put on this Earth to dash dreams straight to Hell and with that they take the Dreamer along for the ride, but those slayers of hopes and dreams also create Nightmares and as I consider that in stealing that hope for beautiful delicate tiara from me-
they may have done me a favor.
AI Art by Cursejourney
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Below are the Earthly remains of my Great Grandfather 5times Removed
He fought in the American Revolutionary War- actually a few people on my
Grandmother’s side of the family fought in this war.
Photographer Unknown
Now may I present a story about John Godfrey who is also
my Grandfather 5times removed.
He was born in Hertfordshire, England a year after Issac Ross and when he passed
away he passed away in England as a British Subject.
In fact, the Godfreys didn’t make made their way to the States until the 1920’s
via Canada.
The Ross’ couldn’t get here fast enough, as my Nan pointed out every 4th of July with a
smirk.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Somewhere along the road to Isaac and John’s desendents hooking up, my Great
Grandmothers ended up truly hating each other. I should probably add that their
families
originated from Scotland and that they tried, during a Clan battle to wipe each other
off of the face of the Earth.
Good thing both families sucked at that particular task it or I wouldn’t be here today.
Prehistoric rock paintings- Colombia’s Amazonian rainforest.
I wanted to share this little bit of my history because I think it goes a long way to me
writing about what happens when your drive a car straight into a brick wall (
metaphorically speaking ) and why I am so amused by it.
Yes. I know that sounds wrong on so many levels, but hey. I am the product of these
unions so…
Thank you Ross’ and Godfreys’ if it weren’t for you my stories wouldn’t be as colorful
or funny.
You have given me a gift that keeps on giving.
anita marie moscoso / formally known as anita marie godfrey
RDP Wednesday: RIPOSTE
Alfred Eisenstaedt1941
When I was a kid, maybe six or seven years old, I used to take a break from going to Mass and I would go to Church- maybe once every other month or so with my friend Lori.
Lori’s family were Lutherans and when it was time for the Sermon, the kids would be shunted off to ” Bible Class ” with their age group.
I was a Catholic kid and I was into the drama that is Mass.I loved the ceremony and those statues that were in cages or standing against the walls. It was spooky and mysterious. But we were actually expected to learn things and nobody bribed me with cookies and punch to get through my lessons.
When Lori went to bible class they got to draw pictures, have snacks and the bible verses they had to memorize were easy easy compared to the prayers I had to learn. I enjoyed Bible Class, it was fun.
Given my nature though I was getting a little bored until one Sunday we ended class with a prayer that we sere supposed to say at bedtime:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my Soul to keep
If I should die before I ‘wake,
I pray the Lord my Soul to take.
My ears perked up and in that moment I decided maybe Bible Class had some promise after all.
That night I was saying this prayer over and over under my breath during Star Trek. I kept it up at dinner. I said it at dessert and finally my Dad asked me what was I chanting so I ran through the prayer that I could have said backwards and forwards at this point and then I laughed and said:
” If I die before I wake-” That’s when a vampire when it gets a stake through it’s heart. Before it wakes. They die before they wake.”
” What?” my Dad asked- if you think he looked surprised at what was merrily marching down from my brain to my mouth involved Dracula and a child’s bedtime prayer, he wasn’t.
For a minute there I saw Bela Lugosi’s Dracula saying this prayer before he slammed his coffin lid down on himself and I started to laugh. Whatever I was eating or drinking at the time went up into my nose and I started to sneeze and cough.
My Mom looked at me and said, ” Bless you”
My Dad looked at my Mom, rolled his eyes to the ceiling and he added to that, ” Maybe this time it will stick. ”
Lucifer Drawing by Franz von Stuck