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Bright blue icing. Blue Lake 5. Blue stained tongue. Blue-stained lips. Blue like 25 cent push up icies. Blue bits in birthday cake Milkshake. Blue pumps with starch white dress and brown belt. Belly made of cake under the belt. Blue cake lips.

» Posted By cadypie On 06.09.2014 @ 1:04 pm


I ordered the pesto stix with a marinara side and could barely see pesto through the mozzarella cheese. Alice ate her slice of pizza and commented on the artwork. “It’s like it has all the attributes of shitty art—airbrush, fluorescence, Daytona scum, but it’s not. When you look closer, there’s something legitimate, like that stenciled leg behind the rainbow—that’s pretty good”. I wondered how the artist would take this critique. We gazed up from our greasy bread and looked around the restaurant, suddenly weary of these being the busgirl’s paintings.

» Posted By cadypie On 05.23.2014 @ 9:27 am


There is always personal blame. It obliterates the whole notion of fair.

» Posted By cadypie On 06.25.2013 @ 8:31 pm


My friend Ashton gave me big bloopy Mickey Mouse themed Christmas lights for my 16th birthday. Ashton worse mismatched socks, one bright orange, another white with red stripes. Everyone commented on her cuteness. My then best friend Ashton was cute and remarkable in countless ways, so I don’t know why she had to do that sock thing. The Mickey Mouse Christmas lights, I mean, gasp, Disney?, was just a little too uncool for uncool-cool. Fifteen years later, this weekend, my mom salvaged them from a dusty box and strung them atop the bathroom mirror of my two-year old niece’s room at grandma’s.

» Posted By cadypie On 06.16.2013 @ 10:32 pm


homelessness is the idea white girls have when they go on bus tours in third world countries and give nostalgic sidewards glances to clouded power lines. homelessness is about can I have a cigarette, and do you want to have some of this. Male and female gritty throats in outlying counties.

» Posted By cadypie On 06.03.2013 @ 9:44 pm


The realization that you are the only one in the world who can make yourself happy is really hard to accept. I don’t want to take responsibility for feeling secluded because it takes so much work to un-seclude myself. I don’t just want company; I get plenty of that. Engaging shamelessly is engaging creatively, and that takes work. Laziness is a relative thing. Only you can be the judge of if what you are doing is enough, and the truth will nag at you if you lie to yourself.

» Posted By cadypie On 05.30.2013 @ 9:34 pm


The temperature outside is perfect, light warm humidity without mosquitoes, but the airstream inside is popping goosebumps on my pale smooth arms, desiccating remnants of baby skin. My Italian family says that air conditioning creates backaches. I remember a cold winter in Bologna, a pea coat over a black jacket, over a sweater, a shirt, then thermal, scarf, boots, mittens clutching deep in my pockets, walking home at night with my shoulders high and being miserably sore the next day.

» Posted By cadypie On 05.17.2013 @ 7:14 pm


It’s easy to leave a woman in labor. I like the corner-room rockers that allow for a quiet presence. I can better tell when it is truly time to birth, and with much less need for touching her body when I am in the room. I am not a knitter, but I am interested in a quiet hobby of focused micro hand movements.

» Posted By cadypie On 05.16.2013 @ 6:23 am


We met at Stubbies. The “folk art” on the walls was bad. SHelves with fake plants, and a wall of t-shirts. WHat was good was the beer selection; that’s why we were there. You had to have a drink after a bike ride.

» Posted By cadypie On 05.07.2013 @ 8:02 pm


I like the silver-haired stories. Seventeen years old, and my preferred company are the perimenopausal and beyond. I’m croning early. I hope it helps me do the wise detachment thing.

» Posted By cadypie On 05.06.2013 @ 1:17 pm


I did bowling yestreday. We need more options. I had a garage sale a few weeks ago and had on display a brand new bowling ball of high quality without the three holes drilled in and so able to be custom fitted. At some point, there were kids

» Posted By cadypie On 04.26.2013 @ 9:14 am

Bowling was my PE in college, and I was pitiful. The instructor, who I called “coach”, gave me lots of extra attention, detailed instruction, positive feedback, repeated many things, but I never improved.

» Posted By cadypie On 04.25.2013 @ 9:08 pm


Magenta is the color of a crayola crayon along with “brick red” and “forest green”, deeper hues that crack white lines just as much as the others.

» Posted By cadypie On 04.21.2013 @ 6:48 pm


The basket weaving was completely fabricated, not wood, not “fiber”, plastic, not even plastic; plasticky. SO much trouble to make something “hand-made”. Such a weird production loop. Other things are like that too. For example, a

» Posted By cadypie On 04.01.2013 @ 4:51 pm


High black boots would go perfectly with my leather sleeved dress that stops just above the knee. It’s a winter statement. People move swiftly in boots, and clench the kegel muscles a bit more, speak surely, and fling hair back.

» Posted By cadypie On 03.23.2013 @ 3:44 pm


Ducktales is such a good Nintendo game. I recently listened to a Nintendo music compilation, and the ducktales was a catchy, well-done composition. I played the crap out of that game. Transylvania, the himilyasa. I still think that the 2-D nature of old-school Nintendo creates games that are unsurpassed to this day.

» Posted By cadypie On 03.12.2013 @ 7:03 am


What I conjured wasn’t expected. Much too detailed-so much grit. I thought conjuring meant amorphous, wispy, free-flowing, and interpretative.

» Posted By cadypie On 03.01.2013 @ 1:33 pm


knock, and I’ll open the dorr if the handle hasn’t fallen off. I can lock it by piching the metal and twsiting, but it hyrts my fingernails. I need to go to home depot. i dont even know the asiles to go to. I love home improvement. lets watch caprica.

» Posted By cadypie On 02.27.2013 @ 5:53 pm


her finger was beeding deep dark red, and formed a bubble at the tip, which wold dri pdown the side. Then, thais would happen again and would continue to happen without pressure. Those lastick tieback used in packaging are impossible to remove without a b;ade, and this is a dangerous thing for fingertips.

» Posted By cadypie On 02.26.2013 @ 7:27 pm

For heavy bleeding, start with imanual compression and a dose of pitocin IM or IV if you have one going. If that doesn’t work, cytoec is my next choice, preferaby given rectally, and then there is metherigine IM post-placemta if the patient is not hypertensive. If bleeding persists,

» Posted By cadypie On 02.26.2013 @ 7:25 pm


It is startling that the only things that seem to continue are those that clank, wash, and holler. These are coffeeshop sounds. The line moves forward, shortens and music is heard less then louder for brief periods.

» Posted By cadypie On 02.25.2013 @ 12:28 pm


ahead is a crisp gray sky and running to the car. I only want to go to places where we can park closeby. I have zero guilt about my flat bike tires. Hot totties in coffee shops and battlestar galactica addictions.

» Posted By cadypie On 01.25.2013 @ 1:19 pm


coffee is a stretcher to somewhere near the afternoon after pulling an all-nighter, partly due to work and also because sleep doesn’t come easily when shallow-breathing…meditation is good for you, I think.

» Posted By cadypie On 07.19.2012 @ 6:32 am


a bucket filled with mashed things like pomace for combustible fluid or cheap wine. I’d like to fill my bucket with jello and bathe my feet in it, squish the red (cherry jello please)

» Posted By cadypie On 07.08.2012 @ 5:50 pm


saturday I may go to my parents’ house to make a watermelon feta cheese salad with pepper vinagrette. my mom responds to any old tale with “that’s nice” and “yea”, and so I wonder if it’s even worth telling her all that’s happened lately.

» Posted By cadypie On 06.29.2012 @ 1:25 pm

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