…at least in my kitchen. Thanks, Benny Hill.
“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between Me and the earth.” – Genesis 9:13/KJV
Garden of the Gods. Shawnee National Forest. Illinois. (Almost SOOTC.)
Egg. Parmesan. Mayo. Pan-seared, vine-ripened tomato- (macerated in lemon prior) on toasted whole grain brioche, on a glass plate. Perfection. No salt necessary.
Over the years, I’ve had various individuals attempt to strike out at my blog, me personally, & try to have it removed.
Why? Because I’m a Truth teller, and I’m bold. I have 0 problems setting a record straight when lies make up its foundation.
There’s a difference in stating facts and stating opinions. Opinions are hollow, useless things. They dance around facts to confuse people. Facts, however, are truth. I can work with that.
What I can’t work with are untruths about my life, story, accounts, etc. on an allegedly “accurate account” website. I give you Exhibit A:
Why am I doing this? To set the record straight. The power of the blog!
Now this could get lengthy, so ain’t nobody gonna blame ya if you’d rather be off watching Tik Tok. I do my blog for me first.
Fourteen alternative names are known: Birgitta R Matzat, Birgitta Profitt, Lindsey Birgitta, Birgitta Lindsey, Birgetta Lindsey, Brigitta Lindsey, Birgita Lindsey, Brigitta R Lindsey, Kathryn L Williams, Willie B Piercy, Willie J Piercy, Kathryn L Dikes, Kathryn Williams, Birgitta Linsey.
Oh Lawd have mercy, where do I even begin? Three out of fourteen; not bad. Willie J. Piercey. << What the hell? 😂
Just gonna…straighten this up here…
Two alternative names are known: Birgitta R Matzat, Birgitta Profitt.
Birgitta is a resident of 908 East Chestnut Str, Jeff, IN 47130.
Now see, that’s how good I am at ninja-level invisibility. I haven’t lived there in 15 years.
Birgitta has visited ten cities. <<< 😅😂😅
Yuh know what? I’m gonna let ‘em have that one. If you visit 500, you visit 10. It’s like the imaginary number in Calculus. You can’t necessarily see it, but you better believe it’s there.
So you see, why am I such a mouthy broad- always having something controversial to say? Because I can. And I’m my own public defender, sooo…
Clustrfux.com, please update your records as it’s really annoying to see this travesty of the written word.
Can’t buy a friend. Gus is right. More people should be like Gus.
This is what happens when I’m transferred to 7 different reps & 1 bad supervisor in a 3 hour phone call of pass the buck with Chase Bank because they mysteriously locked my account without telling me so I can’t even access my own money now. Yeah. True story.
You know what they say: If life gives you lemons, throw ‘em at the goons & take phone pics instead.
So in keeping with my 2 posts per day average for 2022 (new year, new methodologies), I’m gonna throw this shizz your way. I was introduced to Taylor from School’s music 18-ish years ago? We met at the original Garageband, before Apple/Itunes bought them out. Make no mistake, he’s a master producer. His music is ultra hypnotic and absolutely flawless. Addictive? Hell yeah. Headphones are a must.
Without further ado; check this man out! I’m currently addicted to this track:
Listen. To. This. Track. One man army. He’s got a huge playlist there so…meander about after hearing Dance with Me. 😉
Yes, Y, I’m looking at you! Makes for an excellent playlist when creating art. I would know. 😉
It’s all about those combats. 1.12.22.
Iphone/NFS- No Filter Series- manually mastered
[based on a true story]
For Sean, because I know you understand. xo
We March Like Soldiers
We march like soldiers
Invisible chains rattling
That only we can hear
All crammed together
In that box
We jiggle a little
I keep my eyes on the numbers
In that crammed elevator and imagine
That death awaits me at the bottom
Like a gas chamber
Waiting to spit out its last breath
Down we go
To meet a collection of many tables
And glue and sparkly things
I don’t die
There is an exercise bike
And a fat woman rides
The piano makes me sad
I remember other things
And better days
Before I flew
Out of my mind
But down I sit
My fingers stumble like a bad lover
And I play the song of my life
Wanting only to cry
The crazy people look at me
They are smiling
I smile too- at what
I do not know
But on with the show!
I do not understand
How I got here
I march outside and watch the worker
Water the flowers
In the burning heat
A man walks in circles
And circles and circles
He is pleased to be talking
Round and round he goes
A curious machine
A heavy verdict
Heaven and hell
Another jumps up and kicks the wall
Is he real?
Is he an angel? A devil?
Did he come up from a pit?
Did I see bats?
Are they birds?
I watch them fly away
Up and out of the high walls that surround
All of us here on lock down
The sunny workers in the flowered pajamas
Are careful to say lovely things
So we know
I swing and swing
On that damn bench
That never goes anywhere
Up we go
Back to the halls and walls that are plastered with rules
That we’re supposed to understand
There are smiley faces
That tell us
We are people too
Here on this safe floor with no lighters or sharp metal things
And we wait
Watching the new ones march in
I am uncertain
If I am dead or alive
I go to the bathroom
Shut the door
And try to cry
The night brings another solemn gathering
Of people standing in line
For the third time
And snacks too
I am a wild animal in these glass-windowed walls
I do not know how to get out
My eyes are black as mud inside
And my tears have been taken
By terror (the mirror does not lie)
Out I shuffle
With bare feet and no socks
In my spotted gown
And we all
March like soldiers
And stand in a sad line
To get our pills
Which make us feel
At least for a little while
Like we are sleeping
As we lie awake in this place
Flying out of our minds
– B. Lindsey
Written on 10/28/13
First of all, TY WORDPRESS for the FEATURE!
Secondly, I wanna take the time to spotlight a track I caught earlier. This cat named Dubrae. I may or may not spotlight more music but want to start 2022 off right.
Peace & Love, y’all. ❤️
Give it a spin: https://www.kompoz.com/music/collaboration/1181679
Taken today. 100% image transposition. Equipment used: DSLR + Sgm. 10-20 MM + IPHONE SE.
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