Last Sniff Of The Deceased

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Embalming Fluid.

It comes in various colors- including blue and pink.

Sitting in their plastic bottles, embalming fluid looks like the syrup they use to make Slurpees.

It doesn’t smell like it though.

To bad I used to think, I’d love to go out smelling like a Blue Meanie Slurpee.

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Today  I learned, ( oh happy day!)  you CAN go out smelling like a slurpee- or any other fruit drink of your choosing:

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Daily Prompt: Scent

 

Portals

 

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

I am really excited to be able to share that an Interview I did at The Creativity Portal was posted on their website over the weekend.

The Creativity Portal is a great source of inspiration for creatives, I’ve used the prompts there in the past and have recently made them a part of my daily writing routine.

So if you have time, please check out my interview as well as interviews by the other writers and artists that have been featured there- all of the interviews have links to websites and those sites are full of information and experiences that are bound to inspire you.

Believe me you will be glad you took the time to explore the many Portals that are just waiting for you to enter and have FUN!

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

 

Liminal

She Took Poor Edward To Hell

 

Daily Prompt

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt

Disagree

 

 

 

I’ve been having a debate with myself-

I tell stories, take pictures and write poems but the one thing I haven’t done is really talk about me- you can see and read the result of my inspiration (S) but not much more then that.

Even when I do open the door and let people catch a glimpse of me, I tell a story about what you see.

I really do enjoy blogs where writers and artists drop posts about their lives and what is going on in them- that is brave and honest.

Does this mean I’m neither brave nor honest in my writing?

I really do struggle with that question.

I’m of two minds, you might say.

Just like Poor Edward Mordake.

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Edward Mordake: Fictional Version From American Horror Story

Edward Mordake was said to have had a face on the back of his head- it spoke to him, tormented him, drove him to  suicide.

Sometimes I get how that feels- to have one part of you war with the other part- who will win? Does it matter?

In Edward’s case it did.

In mine I think it keeps my blog- my writing from being fully realized.

I’m not sure I care for that- not one bit.

Do you agree or disagree?

So I’ll just throw it out there- answer of you want:

My blog is about writing and to a lesser degree photography ( I feel my pictures tell their own story, so I don’t consider myself a budding photographer- it’s just another way to write as far as I’m concerned )

Does going off on little essays ( I guess  that is what this is ) add to my blog, to my writing. Or does it distract from it?

Please leave me your thoughts in the comment section- or if you write about it post the link there too. I would really like to learn how other Writers approach this.

Anita Marie

Edward Mordrake From American Horror Story

Edward Mordake From
American Horror Story

 

 

 

Here Come The Drums

You’re like Voodoo baby,
You just take hold.
Put your cards on the table baby,
Do I twist do I fold?

Let’s just say that someone- like me for instance- has been a voting Democrat since she was 18. That she served as a Recording Secretary for the County Dems, that she was President of a Chapter of  the Women’s Democratic Federation. She has served on a steering committee for a former Presidential Candidate and local candidates and all of the sudden pulls back on the reigns on what has been going on in her Party and says, ” What the HELL is going on here?”

Well. I’d be curious to know what’s going on.

So I decided to write about it today.

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My LD has a Facebook page where this is  proudly posted on it’s cover page:

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For the most part I thought that was true- and then a few months ago I was completely BANNED from the page. I couldn’t even see it.

The Chair of our LD said he had NO idea why that happened- it was a mystery to him. Of course, the fact that a member of my family was being challenged by the Chair’s BFF  in an upcoming race had NOTHING to do with it I am sure.

Eventually I was allowed back on- though the Chair to this day has no idea HOW it happened because NOBODY did it.

What I hadn’t realized that the banning had started just before the Primary and continued long after it was over.

Eventually it was easy to see that the individuals being banned and who were having their party loyalty questioned, who were being cyber bullied, who were being invited to butt out of the conversation were not supporters of the Chair’s BFF.

Long story short- The Chair’s  BFF made it through the Primary but not everyone was in love with the outcome- and they started to express it in Social Media- because that’s the new Town Hall as you may have sussed out.

My friend posted a letter on the page written by a person who was not going to  be supporting our Chair’s BFF- the author of the letter was Peter Evans and my friend Vince was the person who posted it:

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Here was the response from one of the Administrators:

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You’re like Voodoo Honey
All silver and gold?
Why don’t you tell me my future?
Why don’t I sell you my soul.

So the  this is how the Chair and his lil’ gang are getting their candidate’s message out: they are trying to silence by censorship anyone who disagrees with them- let me be clear- they’re not slapping duct tape over the mouths of Republicans. They’re doing it to their OWN.

So here’s the LD’s new game plan:

If you walk their line and say what they want- you get to be a Democrat with the Blessings of the Chair of The First LD and his BFF.

They MIGHT even let you have your say.

Just a little advice: I’d hide that Voter Registration Card if I were you- never can tell when  you’ll be asked to turn it in, though I have a sneaky feeling I know who will be doing the asking.

So here it comes – the sound of drums.
Here comes the drums, here comes the drums?

 

 

Malvina and The Devil

 

Daily Prompt

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt:

Expert

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Malvina  Moray did not meet the Devil on a eerie moonlit night.

Malvina met the Devil just in front of her house just before dusk where she was standing and calling her cat, Prixie.

” Hey there Malvina, ” the Devil said as he strolled up to the gate and said for the hundredth or maybe it was the millionth time ” thought about that offer of mine?” The Devil leaned against the long wooden fence that ran along Malvina Moray’s property. ” It’s a good one. My deal that is. Probably the best I’ve ever offered anyone.”

” Prixie! ” she called ” Time for dinner! Come on Prixie!”

The Devil stomped his foot- which was not a hoof of a foot in a black leather boot. The Devil was wearing dress shoes, of course. ” Look. See it my way Malvina. You’re meaner then a swarm of bees, you ooze malevolence the way other people ooze sweat. Sweet Baby Jesus Malvina, you have a dozen people you killed with your bare hands at the bottom of your well in your backyard. You gotta come and work for me. You’re like a the Captain of My Dream Team.”

” I do just fine on my own.” she said with – oh this made the Devil almost cry, she said this with so much pride it floated up like a black cloud over their heads.

” That’s obvious Malvina. Look. You sign on with me and I can make you the most powerful witch ever.” The Devil looked up searching for what more he could possible offer Malvina that she didn’t have already, ” Well, you’ll have more Power and youth and…”

Prixie wondered up at this point and wrapped her tail around the Devil’s leg and he jumped up and almost on top of the wooden fence when he looked down and saw her.

Prixie was a giant white fluffy cat with a pink collar and she was wearing a cat little wings made from peach taffeta. ” Damn Malvina, you need a black cat.”

” Prixie smothers people in their sleep. She’s up to eight now. That’s one a year. Get one of your cats to top that.”

The Devil dropped to the ground, he fell to his knees, he wrapped his arms around Malvina’s legs and sobbed. ” Please. Please come work for me. If you won’t. I don’t know. Marry me. Malvina, you’re the most perfect creature ever.”

Malvina picked his hands from off her legs and pushed him back. ” Be a Witch? Seriously? Be one of your little minions running around naked in the woods and eating babies by moonlight? Why do all of that when I can go to the beach, eat sushi and caramel apples and  be as evil and wicked as I want and not have to be at your beck and call?”

The Devil sprung up to his feet. ” You can’t freelance forever Malvina. Sooner or later you’ll have to sign on with me.  You have no choice. Not with your track record.”

Malvina picked Prixie up and buried her face in her soft fluffy fur.

” Well. ” she said into the puff of white.

” No. No! Are you kidding me?” The Devil covered his face with  his hands.

” He offered me a better deal. I do what I want and I don’t make deals with you. He said that would tick you off. Plus. he said it’d be a laugh. And do you know what? It really is.”

 

Malvina Moray did not meet and beat the Devil on a dark and spooky moonlit night- she meant him in her front yard- and her cat Prixie was with her.

 

Katayama Bokuyo,

Katayama Bokuyo,