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Me in the bath, eyes closed, He lounging on the floor, pillow under his head reading Kierkegaard. Happy to introduce us, He didn't know Kierkegaard's melancholy winked at me or how horribly sad it made me feel. © Dove Cochrane

Dead-heading, the saddest of all garden commissions. A faded bloom A necessary evil, A tiny death falls into my palm. I'm sorry, apology whispered. Only able to do so many before I must escape. I sit on the deck, smoking. I smoke a cigarette, rocking and chide myself for the grief that like a thorn burrows in my chest. ©Dove Cochrane

We went to the picnic at Governor Strickland's residence (that would be Governor of Ohio, Ted Strickland) Anyhow, it was cool to be invited , it made me feel a little "A" Listish. The best part was the adorable turtle in his pond. He was a curious little fellow who kept popping his head above the water to watch the people walk by. The Governor's gardens were mostly impressive and we enjoyed strolling about. I say mostly because my-oh-my the rose garden was pitiful. This is the Governor by God, his roses should be fabulous or not none at all. The rose garden could cause me to change my vote... On the other hand - The solar system was to die for and the green house made me earth-green with envy. The solar system and green house could cause me to change my vote... It did my heart good to see the Governor's garden was also plagued with Japanese Beetles. At least I know he's not spraying heavy pesticides. Matt did talk with "Ted," I sat that one out, ...

Lucy has a headache Lucy is confused Last week she was desensitized, numbed by ugly news. Lucy is a vegan and above her youthful breast, "eating meat is murder" is etched across her chest. Lucy hates Republicans, Lucy says fuck those who wear fur. She loves a good hunting accident, it's Karma if you ask her. Lucy is peace loving, Lucy wouldn't hurt a fly. Then she turned and walked away, her husband left to die. ©Dove Cochrane

If you are a woman - You have a secret fear. If you have a sister the worst thing she could ever do would be to tap into this fear. You just don't do that to your sister, no matter what kind of bitch she is. If you are a husband or a boyfriend and you want to cause irreversible damage to your relationship, if you want to shut your woman up and you are not afraid of her murderous wrath, you may want to keep this abuse in your arsenal. What would be the lowest of low blows, the foulest of foul play, the absolute most scornful and insulting words on earth...? "You are just like mom!" "You are just like your mother!"

I'm already breaking my promise regarding only posting useless self-adsorbed crap. Come on you really didn't trust a blogger did you? This morning I told Hershey's to Kiss, to kiss-off. Hershey uses GM Sugar in their Kiss candy. If you live in a cave and don't know what GM is let me suggest you read a newspaper now and then, and I will try to explain in words a 8 year old can understand. OK Bubba, GM does not stand for General Motors. GM means GENETICALLY MODIFIED, as in some horn rimmed glass wearing guy working in the laboratory (for this subject it's pronounced "la- boar -ah-tory) rearranging the DNA of a sugar beet so that it can be sprayed with Monsanto’s toxic weed killer "Roundup" and not die along with the weeds. Now back to the horn rimmed glass wearing guy working in the laboratory (remember to pronounce it "la- boar -ah-tory, it sounds so much creepier that way) his job is to figure out how to kill weeds and save the beet. His job does...

Nothing to say.... and so much time to say it. The internet is full of bloggers with nothing to say. I'm just one more in the pile of self adsorbed solid bovine waste with spell check. My promise to you is this: Everyday, if I have something meaningless to anyone other than me, I will post it here. © Dove Earth Keeper, Locavore, Green Bitch Woodland Rose Garden Amazon has all the crap you'll ever need - really