Be drunken with poetry, virtue and wine!
I laugh all day at the absurdity of things....
After high school I moved away as soon as college started at Univ. of N. Carolina on a full soccer scholarship, then moved to do my MFA in NYC, then moved to France, married a Frenchman...Then moved back to Dallas, had two kids with him and divorced him, he went back to France and then died in 2005 ....... I hate it here, it's not my type of city at all. But, have two little boys and they need stability more than I need to move to another country. I am busy with work, I teach Art and photography at Berkner high school in Richardson, and coach soccer teams, and play on two different soccer teams, indoor and outdoor. Plus,
I’ve got two great kiddo's Amanet 14(‘97) and Raedo 12 (’99) both boys..... I am truly occupied with bagging leaves, mowing the lawn, hanging doors, tiling the floor, picking up dog poop, doing the laundry, making dinner, cleaning, standing on my head while singing Edith Piaf songs (all in French), giving every opportunity in my spare time to make sure that I am spending quality time with the kids (i.e. reading books, painting, hugging, giving hair cuts, fixing and kissing boo boos). ....and having an adjusted and positive attitude while I am doing all this with my eight arms that have morphed onto my body out of pure necessity, while answering 327 times a day "why we are doing school work in school" to a plethora of 15, 16, 17, and 18 year olds who obviously know everything all ready.....and look well rested, caring, with polished nails, and not forgetting to smile.....oh, and I am doing all this with Baudelaire, Bukowski, Rimbaud, , Dostoevsky, Aristotle, Jim Carroll, Brecht, JG.Ballard, and all the other "small people" who entertain my twisted mind. In between my rule of plutocracy and being on the cover of swimsuit issues, I meagerly find time to paint and print b/w photo’s. I've tried to invent new flowers, new stars, new flesh, new tongues, but decided to throw it all away, along with any silence, and be a mere , although exotic, worker bee human person thing. All creatures have a fatality for happiness. Even my pregnant dog! (WHICH, adds another thing to fit in, stay up all night and help the Moxie dog have her pups, and if one is a runt, nurse it all night with a bottle, or my own nipple, because I could bring on sympathetic dropping of milk....) I LOVE MY LIFE!!! Really, I do.
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