drops of wine

i drink from a glass
half empty to most
but when you don't know better
the wine is just as sweet
the tickle just the same
as it swishes round your mouth
deep rich taste of grapes
so tantalizing to the palate
so drinkable i absorb it
every last little drop
a connection to my soul
and it warms me just the same
there's a lot that can be said
for a little intoxication
a little happiness
better than none at all...right?
so i will savor its flavor
as it wrestles my senses
and slides down my throat
to become yet another part
of this thing that i am
yes you may look down
when you see my little glass
with pity and sadness
at the poor soul
who has so very little
but not me
i look up
as i drink my wine
and i taste the sky...

mad bitch on the loose!

oh hide that ole gander
and then hide that ole goose
i'm a crazy lady
mad bitch on the loose!

i scream in all the streets
whilst i poof up my hair
i can make a nice kite
out of your underwear!

cover you with kisses
with some whore red lipstick
i'll tell you i love you
and then call you a prick!

i'll slap all of your friends
with such creamy wet pies
then sob out i'm sorry
through my crocodile eyes!

i'll dance with you madly
on through sunsets so bright
cuff you to your bed then
and bid you a good night!

and somehow you'll love me
through all of my big mess
and tell me you're sorry
as you creep up my dress!

and i'll smack you right through
a big window of glass
watch you hit cold pavement
land so flat on your ass!

cause i am the woman
who you don't wanna fuck
cause ya look at me wrong
and you're shit out of luck!

yes guard that ole gander
and mind that goofy goose
i'm one crazy lady
mad bitch on the loose!
 

back on the horse...

well...went back out to the horse farm today and took more pics so here ya go!!!

what it's like to go insane...

hard to describe the tingle
that creeps up around you
that feeling of undcertainty
that seems to thoroughly
encompass your entire body
and your very being
you can feel
the heat rise within you
starting at your feet
like walking on coals
working its way
up to your knees
where everything becomes wobbly
you shake and stir a bit
and hold on to something
or to someone
for balance...dear sweet balance
you grasp into thin air
for some kind of assurance
that gravity is still in play
then you feel it
somewhere around the groin
the opposite of arousal
like something has gone rotten
right down at your very core
you cramp and you ache
and become increasingly testy
and then the bubbles start
in your stomach
jumping up and down
a lost butterfly
stuck in a cage
and you feel all the squirming
twisting and turning
as if someone had their hand in there
clenching their fist
and you shudder some more
as you feel your chest beat
a dark and stirring echo
boom boom BOOM!
you wrap your hands around your shoulders
and try to remain still
but your body keeps bopping
up and down
as if dance to the tune
of a wild eyed wolf
your throat is dry
and very scratchy
as you try to speak
try to cry for help
but all that comes out
if an awkward squeal
as your eyes bulge out
and your tongue grows
three times its size inside your mouth
so hard to breathe it is
and the fear that makes your face blush
tastes like a cold hard metal
at first nauseating
and yet...somewhat quickly
becoming a comfort to you
as your mind pops
in and out of conciousness
fast then slow then fast fast fast
as if blipping out
some crazy morse code
with all the elements
and all the events
of your little life
playing back at you
like a huge collage
tied to the top of your head
and the head so spins
round and round and round
a merry-go-round of colored horses
red gray pink blue green
purple even
the music of the calliope gets louder
and more frantic
as the horses speed up
in perfect tune
with the BOOM BOOM BOOM
and you hold on to your little head
to keep it all in
even though you are well aware
that it must be spilling out
just everywhere
and you without a mop
and then you fall into a corner
and you try to make peace with the ground
that has so betrayed you before
and you spout off just sooo many things
in your jibberish whispurrs
and sirens ring in your head
and you feel warm arms
reach out to grab yours
and the blinking red and blue
is all over your world
as you hear the engine rev way up
and you speed away into the night.

whispurr unleashed...

some crazy recent whispurrtweets...

follow me and try and hop on...maybe i'll give you a ride...

if you think i'm going to stop tweeting cause you're ignoring me...think again! here go the pants!!!

how many half naked men will i have to tweet to get everybody's attention...gimme a ballpark figure...hee hee...i said "ball!"

hello...my name is whispurr...i am innocence, purity and wholesomeness personafied...so you best not fucking swear at me, ya dig?

so who has the cajones to turn me on in open twitter?

abraham the mule sez: beware a vagina with teeth that breathes fire...

haiku...so hung like a horse...try to look sexy and stuff...swat flies with my tail...

i remember college in the eighties...back when i had a perm...back when i had hair...

i'm the pbs of tweeters...only high class upper crust vulgarity here...

good evening giant penis lovers...your main course has arrived...

BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES! BOOBIES!!!! WOO HOO!...wtf?

follow me...it's the best way to try and find my ass...

would you kindly quit looking up my dress, please??? the NERVE of some people!!!

haiku: with nipples so big...slutty girl pulls her top off...and out spills sour milk...

if my tweets start to not make any sense, try talking to the other end...

piss me off pay the consequences...piss on me and well..i'll have to think whether i wanna be that kinky or not..

hello there, my little monkeys...please bring forth all your bananas!!!

this year for christmas, i'm giving out brazilian waxes...just have to figure out how to fit them in a stocking...

abarham the mule sez...if you can't be with somebody fuckable, put a bag over their head and fuck the one you're with...

i'm hung like one and ready for some fun, bitch!!!

i hope you all prayed for me in church this morning...i know i wasn't thinking of any of you when i was masturbating...

horse so free

Today was an interesting day...we took a visit to the Southern Style Stables just outside Conway, South Carolina. The stable takes in abused and neglected animals of all kinds and gives them a safe place to live their lives peacefully.  People who abuse animals, in my opinion, should be shot. How can somebody ever cause harm to such a beautiful and magnificent creature. I really haven't had much experience around horses before today but, after meeting these kind and gentle souls today, I think I can now say that I am a horse lover. They were so sweet!

Anyway...here's some pics I took of the darlings... 

horse so free

your mane

it sweeps

through the wind

flapping against

your mighty neck

as you run

through the grass

the sound

of a gentle thunder

building

as you gain speed

and you

belt out

your happy little neigh

as you fly across

the open grasslands

no chains

no fences

nothing to tie

you back

your eyes

so big and brown

telling your

sad story

of the past

when you couldn't

feel the dirt

fly up between

your hooves

when you

weren't so free

and you awoke

each day to

the crack of a whip

and the echoing

of a sinister voice

beating down upon you

those days are gone

and you were saved

stroke of luck

a kind soul found you

and took you away

to a place where

the grass sings out

with the greenness of life

and the air

smells sweetly

of country sunshine

where no hands

are laid upon you

except those of respect

where you are free

to live

to be

to soar!

i don't have a butt!

this may seem so vulgar
and without so much class
it's hard to be snooty
when you don't have an ass!

so hard to just sit down
and when backward you pounce
fall flat as a pancake
there's nothing there to bounce!

no cushion for pushing
and no junk in the trunk
yet no noise from farting
hey...no smelly ole funk!

the pros and the cons yes
are way too long to list
there's no booty to bop round
i think you get the gist!

no whistles from sailors
at my shapely round form
no fat cells on fat cells
to keep my backside warm!

just but a scant straight line
where a butt should have been
no rubb'ry white orbs there
on which to sit and spin!

i sit on a toilet
and i fall right on through
gets me wet a little
and it makes me so blue!

for men don't make passes
at guys with no asses
specially when so big nosed
with thick framed black glasses!

so i'll leave you right now
no fuss no...i won't shout
no ass will hit no door
as i make my way out!

if you have a big butt
so robust and cheeky
please don't rub it on in
don't try to be sneaky!

for i have no butt no
guess this much is so true
that i'll never smell quite then
as badly as you do!

(have a happy day with that nice ass, honey!)

when tv shows lose their luster

I was just updating my likes and dislikes on my Facebook account when I noticed I had the NBC series the office on there. Hmmm...I haven't watched that program at all this year and you know what? I haven't missed it! And this used to be one of my favorite shows and now, if I ever see it on television, even the reruns back from when it was good, I change the channel rather quickly.
I guess I'm just kinda disgusted by it now. I hate it when favorite televison shows lose their way like that. I used to find the show to be very fresh and witty, fresh and original but now...it's just blah balh blah!
Oh Michael Scott...when did you lose your way?
I think it was tv guide that coined the term "jumping the shark" which refers to the exact time when a television series loses their luster and goes from being extraordinary TV to just being more of the same. The term comes from the episode of the series "Happy Days" when Fonzie literally had to jump over a shark on his motorcycle or on his surfboard or something. Anyway..after that, it would seem, the show lost its creative spark and never regained it. I think there was even a book about shows "jumping the shark." Sorry...I don't remember the title of it or anything but google "jump the shark" and it's bound to pop up (I'm too lazy to google it for you...sorry, kids!)
Anyhoo...probably the most famous example of this if the episode of "Dallas," which was my favorite series at one time, where Pamela found her dead husband Bobby in her shower, very much alive at the end of one of the seasons...turns out the whole season, including all the plots we've been following ever so closely was "just a dream." What a ripoff that was! I never watched the show after that.
This happens to a lot of good shows...they change producers, writers, main characters and poof! The magic is gone!
Here's a partial list of some of the shows that I had loved at one time that did this, along with the estimated time of their creative demise:
1.) Dallas - TOD (time of demise): the aforementioned shower scene.
2.) Dynasty - TOD : either the Moldavian massacre or Krystal's evil twin...take yer pick.
3.) Will and Grace - TOD: Grace gets married and ruins the lovely fake gay marriage she has with Will.
4.) Ally McBeal - TOD: Billy is killed off...I mean...what the fuck? At least he didn't come back in a shower.
5.) All in The Family - TOD: When Mike and Gloria moved out...what were they thinking?
6.) Charlie's Angels - TOD: When Farrah left the show.
7.) Melrose Place - TOD: When Kimberly blew up the apartment complex, she pretty much blew up the show.
8.) Roseanne - TOD: Roseanne wins the lottery and loses viewers in droves. I mean...did that last season make any sense at all?
and...
9.) The Office - TOD: when Jim and Pam have their baby. When they got married, it was a bad blow, but the wedding episode was so hilarious that I'll let that slide.

So The Office is now dead to me. I certainly hope they don't try to make their situation even worse by continuing the show after Steve Carrell leaves this spring...I mean...what would be the point?

At least I still love Desperate Housewives, but even that is beginning to show signs of flippers. Creator Marc Cherry said at one time that this would be the show's last season. I hope he's right. The episodes are still hailarious and great and all that and it would be nice to see one good long-running show go out on top.

So, alas, I had to take The Office off my favorites list on Facebook. So it goes.

Happy viewing, kiddies!