SuperGurl

It can start like a sharp, hot pain in the back of my neck. Sometimes, presents itself as an intense, though brief, all-over nauseating shake. Many times, I won’t even feel the sweat welling up in my palms, only noticing when I leave a handprint on a piece of paper.

One thing is certain, I will always have a physical reaction to the mental hurdles I face, whether I conquer them or not.

Change is a beast that way. Makes me think even less (if possible) about democrats that misrepresent change as a good thing. Change is never a good thing, because change denotes the unknown.

And like a battered child, no matter how bad it actually is, I can get used to it. I can rise above it. I can excel despite it. Just please don’t tell me to change it.

Change is a monster, one I wish you would slay. I obviously can’t. I’m too busy crying to myself in the corner, and sucking my thumb, and yelling out irrationally, and begging for yesterday. However painful, remember yesterday? We survived it.

Doesn’t survival count for anything anymore?

Apparently, no. And I wish I was talking about the election. What I wouldn’t pay to be this invested in the election. No, this hits much closer to home. So much in flux, I’m having trouble finding anything stable enough in my environment to keep in focus, to steady my pace.

And with school starting, and summer ending, I figure every eye that brushes this page is enduring some shade of the same. Which is why I’m passing you this prose-made tissue, to show you I feel your pain and to soak up a little of that transition fluid.

Good luck with yours!

Why, feast your eyes on the fruit of my thighs…

   Sweet,
yummerly,
blog children.

   Is there anything like them?    In this whole wide world?

   Ya’ll, let’s be honest. At this point, I had decided I just didn’t have it in me.

   I saw other blog children being borne, growing up, and well, I guess at some point I just accepted that my tree didn’t bear fruit. Plenty of nuts, but fruit? Nunya.

   I’ll admit, it was hard not to be jealous. I remember when NAVY CPO dude was borne. I think I said something catty to Harvey. I’ve met Harvey! We were instant friends, I talked his head off! But still, when I saw another Bad Example Family member hitting the wires, I actually felt my blodge equipment wheeze in disgust. I thought, sheesh, someone needs to sterilize your ass, Harv.

   I know. Bitter. There is no call for that type of stinking thinking. But I was a woman scorn. Realizing somehow my real life lacking in social skills had conveyed on over to my cyberlife, I gave up the dream. Figured, hell, I can’t have children the way I keep changing my addy every nine months. They might find me!

    Camp BlownStar changed all that. Paul, CharlieDelta & Kerrcarto were instant brothers, natural blown-eyes. But it was there on the first night that I witnessed the bigger picture. The lurker bond I had fostered became a multiple blown-eyed birth. It sounds disgusting, I know, but believe me, every second was beautiful. (Especially once ole CD ripped off those cumbersome clothes and rejoined the party–Blessed Second Wind!!)

    I met my blodge progeny. They are each really cool. They are all conservatives. They are funny as hell and they are some of the most persistent drunken mofos I have ever had the pleasure to hang with. I hope you will check em out (if you haven’t already) and if they offend you, well, big freaking surprise. You should hear the mouth on their mama!

    And forgive me, Harvey, again, for previously thinking such terrible things when I truly adore your amish-like sprawl. It’s still not for me. Obviously, neglect is my number one blog instinct. I think we can safely strike this one up to just another mix up in the rustling of the leaves and the crackling of the lawn chairs. Chaos breeds.

   But I do so love my blown-eyed boys. Now play nice, fellas! Watch the linky love. Be careful troll hunting and don’t forget to spell check. Someone around here should.

I am I am I am SuperSlammed, and I don’t know what’s happening
I am I am I am SuperSlammed, and I can’t do anything…

Saturday Night Supa Paul

It’s been a whole month since Camp Blownstar! I have been so hungry to tell ya’ll the stories from my perspective. It has been hard on me though. My blog broke and RedNeck did a complete remodel. Then, Denny was kind enough to grant me posting privileges at his place, for which I was extremely thankful, but it began a pissing war for SuperGurl.

Mainly, because I kept leaking my best photos! The first night I uploaded a pic, and it was fuzzy and red-eyed, and I thought, forget this tonight and went to bed. The next day, I pull up Denny’s site and it’s there, posted with Denny’s commentary. I was irritated, but again, pretty much at myself for being a doofus. Again, I think I posted it blank, Denny just added a title to make it not look so gay at his site.

So then, I lost computer access for days. When I got it back, I went back through 400 pics of my vacation and the blogmeet, trying to drunk-correct the exposures with software. As soon as I get done, I send the pics to CharlieDelta, who makes his own motivational poster out of another of my faves and sends it to Denny, who posts it! FUCK, people.

Then they all give me shit because I had plenty of time to post it myself. I am sorry, a-holes (said in the most loving manner), but after your computer locks up for weeks, your patience for spending time composing posts wears paper thin.

Plus, this was my last week of work for the month. Summertime is always slow, but you subtract eight days out of a possible twenty in the office and you have the makings of disaster in the commission only world. In short, suck it, you self consumed mofos that abused your access to SuperGurl. I could almost bear the copyright infringement, if you wouldn’t have been so ugly to me in the commentary.

Let’s establish some boundries, shall we? No matter how much you love the sullied prose that spews volcanically from Supra Gee’s piehole, you must always remember, this is my outlet, not my inlet. It’s not my job, it’s not my priority, and although I lover you all like mad, sometimes you make me a little uncomfortable with your expectations.

It’s just a blown-eyed blodge, folks! Most people on the outside don’t have a clue how we could tie up five seconds with such a voyeuristic habit. And then, the folks on the inside operate like it’s some committed commune where you have to dedicate all your time, efforts, resources. Could we partition off a little middleground, my brothers? Holy freaking mole! I already have a religion, people.

So like my beautiful sonbrother, Paul, I’m taking flight. Remember, it’s why I’m here.
See ya real soon around the sphere, my screaming shit-slinging lovemonkies.

Hey Ya’ll

SuperGurl here. Yep, blog is back purring like her old self, kind of, thanks to RedNeck. And forgive me for not busting out a post at 7am Monday when things first started working again. I have a full time job though, people, you know this. Do not think your whining has been fruitless, the undying optimism out there has been encouraging to me in a major way. You’ve just been etching more ink on my soul skin. SuperGurl truly appreciates your concern. You are a blown-eye after my own doches, you are.

And besides my blog taking a three week dump, just last weekend, some mismatched software update issues prevented any form of internet access for three days. It was painful. I had so much to tell you, too. The blogmeet, the vacation, and oh my goodness, we have had much progress with the stand-by guy. But everything that survived in draft mode is pretty much passed shelf life now. Not to mention, I still can’t upload images here. All that adds up to clean slate country to you.

I like clean slate country. Where the past is forgotten, and forward is the only way left to go. It helps with work too, which took a turn for the worse whilst I was sunsoaking in the Bahamas. May I please urge you with all my might to spend your next bear market in beautiful tropical seclusion? It was a capitalistic inoculation for the bear bite I didn’t know I’d suffered. Probably kept me alive. But bears not only bite, they blow, so I happily move on to clean slate country.

And now that I have made a conscious effort to move on, I can’t think of squat to say. Good to be back though!

‘Neck was here, and I can upload images…

For you Hoosierbro. No one ever dedicates posts to me, I was so flattered. How can you be so sweet and so difficult at the same time? We need you in San Antonio, Texas on June 27th. Stop your slacking and get your priorities aligned with your blown-eyed blodge family. Today.

Now, for you my blogbro, lyrics that speak volumes. Can you (anyone) recognize any of em?

1. My girl says I’m too sensitive to run with you,
But I’m not listening to her.
You’re so perceptive, so when I’m done with you,
You’ll wish your head back the way you were.
As you were…
~Hoosier Daughter – Amy Winehouse, Frank, Know you now
[audio:know-you-now.mp3]

2. I can’t seem to find the answers,
And the questions, they’re stacking up high
I can’t seem to shake this situation,
Somehow I can’t find the strength to try
And after my nineteenth nervous break down,
After I have no more tears to cry
That’s when I figure things won’t get much worse or better..
~ The Weary Boys, Jumping Jolie, Bet my life on the losin’ side [audio:11-weary-boys-bet-my-life-on-the-losin-side.mp3]

3. Yeah, more drinks…this love stinks.
It hurts, it aches, it makes you cry.
It’s insane in the membrane,
The thing that kills won’t let you die
But, Man, it sure does try.
~
Do we really have to fight?
You know I’m wrong, and yeah, you’re right
I can’t say the reasons why, just because your stuff is fly
We’re not lonely when we’re free, you just turn and walk away
And you won’t have to hear me when I say… ~Supersuckers, Motherfuckers Be Trippin’, A good night for my drinkin’
[audio:supersuckers-a-good-night-for-my-drinkin.mp3]

4. It isn’t like the dream is dead, but it ain’t feeling very well
Let’s prop it up in the corner and hope that no one can tell
Suck it up one time, you going to suck it up twice.
Strap it up, baby, and step into the light
Someday the Saturday sun will shine,
Another chance to get it right
Another chance to get it right
~Jon Dee Graham, The Great Battle, Something to look forward to
[audio:09-track-9.mp3]

5. I didn’t know what I was looking for,
so I, didn’t know what I would find
Didn’t know what I was missing,
I guess you’ve been just a little too kind
And if I find just what I need,
Put a little peace in my mind.
Maybe you’ve been looking too?
Maybe you don’t even need to try?
~Hoosier Daughter – Jack Johnson, Curious George Sountrack, Broken
troubled upload, no tunage,sorries!

BONUS:
A little boy sat down and cried
An old man passing asked him why
He said I cant do what the big boys do
Old man sat down and he cried, too

Aint me, its the people that say
The men are leading the women astray
But I say, its the women today
Are smarter than the man in every way~ Robert Palmer

Nah, I can’t do a regular feature. I just thought with imitation being the sincerest form of flattery, I would throw some lyric love back your way. Say I’ll see you soon? Pretty please?