*this post is so 1960*

Post by Michele Strüb.

*cactus dancing up palm*

Michele R. Strüb

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19 August 2013

*hot breasts*

I remember, as a young girl, the day I was told I could no longer play outside [those hot summer days...] without a shirt on. It was the day my sense of equality was birthed, shattered and borne.

My eyes trailed after my little boy friends going off on their own, free bared backs catching the sun.

I turned and made my way home to cover what was not so different from theirs.

"It's not fair, Mommy..."

~ "I know honey, you'll have to get used to it."

I never did.

Michele R. Strüb

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11 August 2013

*thoughts and tech trauma*

I've called Network Solutions [one of my website/business email hosts] on too many occasions to report that I'm being overwhelmed with spam. One rep said, "Oh! You just need to change your password; then you won't get anymore spam!" I thought, "Bullshit, you don't know what you're talking about". So I said, "okay, thanks", and hung up...why waste my time when what I needed was a tech support guru? Several  phone calls later with no *real* assistance, no gurus, and emails piling up three deep [bartender reference], I started moving emails to the spam folder, but their program wouldn't let me move more than three at a time without crapping out and popping up messages that I'd timed out...

So, I had 200 SINGLE emails to move the crap folder...

After I labored over about a hundred of them, logging back in about as many times [it seemed], I was exhausted and pissed [angry, for my UK friends], and for a woman like me, with near infinite patience [I looked after my mother for 17 years], I thought, "Screw this! I'm changing the contact info on the website to my gmail account."

I scrubbed Network Solutions from my mind. 

That was a few weeks ago. 

Tonight I figured I'd go in and see if any improvements had been made...

*492* EMAILS, and ALL SPAM. 

Okay that's it, I thought, "I'm DONE with Network Solutions, they've given me none...

But I took another look at some of the subject fields to make sure there were no relevant messages, when one caught my eye:

"HealthNutritionNews...Do you POOP enough?"

... and I thought, "Well, yes, until now, and it's going to take a lot of effort to get rid of all the bullshit I've eaten, thanks to Network Solutions."

*beware the cat out of bag

A revolution is afoot. 

Spanning our world, the word is out; cat out of bag. People [and I confess, I am one of them] are uniting in fellowship, dutifully mourning the recent prediction: extinction of *our kind*.

Kinships are being formed and plans are being made for mass procreation. Oh, that I could have given my uterus for the cause, it would have been an honor!

Fucking Genocide.

Ruining the last couple of happy days for staunch Redheads everywhere.

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*especially the ginger, s/he may scratch your eyes out.

Michele R. Strüb 

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5 August 2013

*clitoria ternatea*

Photograph by Michele R. Strüb 

All Rights Reserved 21 July 2013

-- info on this flower for making Butterfly Pea Tea

*reverie*

Michele R. Strüb 

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21 June 2013

A Couple of Minutes in The Life Of A Cat

Part I

A Couple of Minutes in The Life Of A Cat

Part II

Bone Island Con'struct

soul growing old among poets and visioners --
all manner of sightedness,
sweet generous quizzicals.
mystical gardens
bursting bloom after bloom.

Legerdemain

He was no magician,
but the illusions he created were like magic,
even to the most discerning eye.
Something from nothing was the idea he was selling.
Abracadabra.
Sleight of hand and pure deceit.

©Michele R. Strub

the moon I saw tonight

when poincianas were in bloom...

Island Royalty

Observation on Catherine Street

Couple bicycling by, riding through a cloud of scent.
"What was that?" he asked.
"That, is Jasmine." She exhaled sweetly.

works available at Fine Art America

Fantasy Fest: A Post-aConchalyptic Observation on Catherine Street...

It is late Sunday morning in Key West and all is well as the island drains the remains of Fantasy Fest's revelry.

In the meantime...

...two guys walking toward Duval Street.

"I reckon we're not going to see any titties today..."

 

 

~ from whence the visions came ~



In Meditatione Spiritus

[musing the spirit]

 

 



 

 

at Key West Garden Club at West Martello Tower

The Cat Wins Again

There is a rooster thinks he's facing down Boogie the Cat -- Boog is just chillin' under the Kia fender, prrgrrowling to herself in Russian, "Петух, я не имею счеты с Вами."

Orchid Cactus on the Move

Observation on Catherine Street

Man in yellow bikini and leather sandals speedoes by on his intended route to I don't know where, as he often does. Deeply tanned. Riding the waves of at least seventy years.

Two women in an SUV are stopped at William Street.

As Bikini Man rolls by, their eyes follow his path and grinning faces slowly propel them across and on to United Street.