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November 5, 2009 - Thursday 

Category: Art and Photography
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  Seaside Postcard Back
September 29, 2009 - Tuesday 

Category: Parties and Nightlife
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Thanks for all the viewers who have made

8 THINGS WOMEN CRAVE IN BED

a big Success -


due in part to LuRain's notorious song about jealousy -
BLACK WIDDA.


8 THINGS is one in a series of small films based on Miss Penny's original tunes.

Seee them all on Youtube.

or

Check out

 on Miss Penny's new passon page -


a blogsite dedicated to sex, love and relationships -


Thanks again for making an old lady happy!

;~)
August 14, 2009 - Friday 

Category: Life
Oblivion
 
 
Come now to the last Stages of Intoxication.
Not pretty but must be told.
Got to expiate my experience.
I’ll be brief.
*
Stage Four – Comatose
Toxed to the max.
Poor heart beats frantically.
Excruciating pain pounds the head.
Laying down just bring everything up.
Vomit – a hideous blessing.
Dry heaves when ain’t nothing left to lose.
Reality spins like an old Tilt a Whirl ride.
Flat on a cold stone floor - trying to keep from falling off.
Shame; nameless,unrelenting, devastating.
Blankness, like a zipper on a body bag, runs from feet to face.
Passed help.
Passed care.
Passed hope.
 
*
Stage Five – Oblivion
Sleep without dream.
Dead to the World.
 
 
 Tomorrow is another day.

 ;~)

 
 
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August 12, 2009 - Wednesday 

Category: Life
Abandon 2 copy
I’m on a roll now.
My head was buzzing with memory all day.
We coming to the dropping off point.
After this – it all a spiral down.
*
Stage Three – Abandon
This is the most dangerous of all the stages; when the robust glow of Stage 2 catches fire and moves into conflagration.
I spent most of my adult life in Stage 3 intoxication – so personal details will be sketchy.
Starting off drinking breakfast, I skipped stages 1 & 2 and went straight for the gusto.
A chronic alcoholic can achieve stage 3 quickly – many times without anyone noticing.
The individual may appear the same as a moment before.
Only when it is too late, do the warning signs show themselves.
First thing might tip you off someone crossed the threshold is that they start switching drinks.
Mixing the grape and the grain, we used to say -
going from wine to hard likker and back.
Not limiting theyselves to drinking from their own glass – they will help themselves to any not being held on to.
Cigarettes slip from loose fingers.
Conversation becomes increasingly sarcastic and argumentative.
You suddenly realize that though they looking right at you – a film has formed over their sight.
They are, for all intents and purposes, blind.
*
Stage 3 is a careen out of control.
By this time, booze inundates the personality.
Boundaries are shot to Hell.
The Self drowns.
What come to the surface is all the crazy shit held inside by morals, integrity, honor, faith and fear.
Violence is rampant in stage 3.
Here folks run stoplights – smashing into minivans.
Husbands beat their wives, wives their kids, kids their dog.
I once hit a guy on the nose while in stage 3 just because I felt like it, though not by nature a physically aggressive type.
Phil Spector was there when he shot that poor woman.
*
Stage 3 numbs everything.
You can ball all night but never cum.
Or put your cigarette out on your arm and not feel it.
I knew a guy who tumbled out of a window onto the street. He bounced off the pavement, got up and staggered away.
This lack of sensitivity permeates everything.
Stage 3 has no patience, no sympathy, no understanding, no mercy.
In the first two stages, a body might sober up fast during emergency.
By stage 3, it usually too late.
When William Holden pitched over, falling through that glass coffee table, he bled out.
His stage 3 drunkenness wouldn’t let him get up off the floor to save himself.
*
Though some folks may experience lapses of memory at stage 2, it is in this stage that true blackout occur.
Blackout drunks are wildly scary. Dangerous to themselves and others.
Take it from one who lived among them.
They are functioning zombies.
You can see their bodies but their minds is absent.
What really horrifying is that they are talking, walking and driving around like that.
A chronic 3rd stager will always experience blackout.
That’s part of the appeal. Removes any sense of responsibility.
Stage 3 is chemically induced Absolute Denial.
*
If the addict is adding other drugs to this state – the effect can be murderous insanity.
The only saving grace of stage 3 is that it won’t take too long before the physical system shuts down in shock.
Leading to Stage 4 – Comatose …
 
 
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August 9, 2009 - Sunday 
Party Animal
 
As I have stated before, my acquaintance with this drug is intimate and of life long duration.
I am an expert victim of all the tricks up it’s voluminous sleeve.
From the first sip, booze travels through the body with lightening speed.
It starts by softening you up.
Relieving tension and removing barriers.
I don’t begin to understand the chemistry behind it’s alchemy, but I sure know how it feels.
Stage One  – The Softening –  happens almost immediately.
As I have previously stated, this is the most benign stage and if you can stay there, your experience will be pleasant and memorable.
But since it takes only one taste to start the process, a second swig can send you into Stage 2 rapidly,
especially if you got your “drinking boots” on.
Stage Two – Party Animal
This is the period where inhibitions fall away and boundaries of behaviour obliterate.
Running around naked with a lamp shade on your head at the office party happens here.
You talk loudly and expansively on subjects you know nothing about with complete conviction and authority.
Then forget everything you have been discussing soon as distraction presents itself.
Emotions sensitize – growing unstable; laughing, crying, joy and irritation mingle sporadically.
Your body becomes restless as the mind pops and fizzles.
Body image inflates, pheromones release to swirl around you.
You are convinced of your attractiveness and ability to perform.
(If you stop now, you might be able to as the evening progresses.)
Stage 2 is a suggestive advertisement to all comers.
Your stamina for gyration increases, dancing unexhausted for hours.
Food is not so much delicious as sensuous.
You relish it not because you are hungry but because the acting of consuming is delightful.
 If you smoke, you do so non-stop, as drinking and smoking are hand in glove like fish and chips.
Often you forget you have a ciggie burning before lighting another.
The Tobacco Companies love stage 2 – many butts just burn away un-smoked – causing you to buy a second pack, or a third at inflated bar prices.
The natural instincts of self preservation begin to dwindle.
You  liable to involve yourself with folks who do not have your best interests in mind, and not notice they are viewing you with a raptors eye.
You still think you can drive, and this is where you need a designated driver.
Never Drink and Drive
Likker completely annihilates your sense of perspective and distance.
In stage 2 you already a hazard to yourself and others.
It don’t take much to get to this stage, especially if you imbibing on an empty stomach or have low threshold.
Before too long, you get wobbly then pliable.
Taking a pee becomes hilarious and messy.
You approaching Stage Three ……
 
 
 
 
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August 8, 2009 - Saturday 

Category: Life
 intox11
Getting drunk is easy.
Sometimes you can go there on one drink, otherwise it can take all night.
Intoxication has stages, like everything else.
If you pay attention, you can be a maintenance drinker, even during social events.
Trust me here – I know all the games alcohol can play.
Remember always – it is an unpredictable drug by nature.
Because there are so many mixtures, lables, strengths, and places of origin you can’t expect to react the same way everytime.
I once drank a fifth of Rumplemintz, thinking, hell it just peppermint schnapps.
Turned out it like 150 proof.
Lost control of my legs and everything below the navel.
 I heaved it up all over a neighbors car – from the back seat.
I can’t for the life of me even smell no mint now.
And that was years ago.
*
The first stage of drunkeness is what I call -
The Softening.
That is - after the first beverage hit your blood and you begin to feel its warming sensation.
You notice a extra senstivity to your skin.
Though you can focus, that ability seems to widen, maybe get a little sloppy.
That’s why it not a good idea to drive even after a single drink.
Though alcohol seems at first to be a stimulant – it is in fact a depressant.
It flows through your body in the bloodstream and effects every organ.
Which means it slows you down.
 Edges get blurred.
Reflexes a titch late.
*
In stage 1, how wonderful Life is - all the people beautiful or at least funny -
and food, if you still hungry, taste great .
You might even eat a ton – which is good as it densifies the impact of the alcohol.
Laughter comes easily.
Temperature rises – you throw off confining garments.
You get a bit clumsy but at this stage it is cute, even to others, kinda fumbling and childlike.
Pretty much you feeling terrific.
You got the World sussed.
It all more interesting and sensuous.
If you can stay in The Softening, you’ll have a stellar time and remember it too.
*
After a few more beverages, your brain becomes confused.
Stage 2……
 
 
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July 3, 2009 - Friday 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
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I notice that present day films set in the 20’s and 30’s make everything appear much cleaner than it ever really was.
We din’t have the color like now.
Sepia is a good way to describe them days.
Such was my first impression of Public Enemies with Johnny Depp and Christian Bale.
I like both these actors – Mr. Depp delights me especially when he chooses to play odd ball types with aplomb and humor.
But I would have to say that any good performers could have handled their roles in this movie - as no great demands of acting or characterization was expected of them.
If Christian Bale mailed in his performance none would have been the wiser.
Every aspect of the film was uneven.
This is exemplified by the snippets of music used as the soundtrack.
 I don’t think none of the songs by Blind Willie and Holiday was played all the way through.
They were just tastes of the time period. Quickly dying on the back of the tongue.
Prick teasers.
Almost every scene emitted the rapid fire camera work and jerky dialogue of a Tommy gun firing.
I couldn’t catch a lot of what was being said – most particularly the dialogue between the Feds.
The gun fire sounded pretty good, a least it brought back memory to me – so I’m guessing that’s the way it was  – lights flashing and pop pop pop.
They made Dillinger out  a good guy – but he wasn’t – though he was very popular during the Great Depression because everybody hated the banks in them days with good reason. Additionally, he had escaped from prison several times and held up police stations replenishing his supply of weapons there. teehee.
He had many girlfriends – though in this movie they conjured a love story.
Everybody knew he a horn dog.
He was schtupping the girl who turned him in – though in this movie that all glossed over.
*
Now a few anecdotes:
Anna Sage as the ‘women in red’ is commonly known- was pubically vilified for turning coat on Dillinger.
In-spite of promises made to her by the FBI  she was deported and died about 12 years later of liver failure in Romania.
Melvin ‘Nervous” Purvis who hunted down Baby Face Nelson and Pretty Boy Floyd, resigned from the FBI a year after Dillinger was killed. He went back to law and became for a time the spokesman for Dodge automobiles. He served in the army and it was rumored died by the same gun used to shoot Dillinger while cleaning it in 1960 – though  his doctor says he was distraught over his health.
From what we now know about Hoover -a closet homosexual crossdresser with a mean streak - who ran the country’s crime operations for nearly 40 years  - it don’t seem far fetched.
*
One thing they left out of this film – after Dillinger was shot down – a crowd gathered.
Many folks dipped their handkerchiefs in his blood for a keepsake.
Some were sold as souvenirs.
Many were hung on to.
My Mama knew a girl from Chicago who had one.
No doubt she dragged it out to show guests and gatherers until one day, forgetting, blew her nose on it then threw it in the wash.
*
I’d give Public Enemies a sideways thumb.
It took me out of my own grief for a whole 2 hours and 45 minutes, but did nothing to change my life.
dillinger copy
So much for celebrity. 
 
 
-lp(c)09-
June 17, 2009 - Wednesday 

Category: Life


  On June 1, our beloved pal and guardian left us.
Since then we have been in deep sorrow.
There are no words to describe the hole this leaves in our life.
He was old, very old.
He had gone blind during the last year and was hard of hearing.
Stumbling and falling became daily occurrences.
His spirit, loyalty, humor and lovingness were still strong, however his physical body failed him.
The lady I live with chose to let him go rather than watch his continued decline which might have resulted in his dying alone.
He was the first, only, and last dog  I will ever love.
We feel an urgency to live up to his memory of patience, forgiveness and courage.
To give his presence on this Earth the tribute it deserves by following his pure example.
*
He had been left in a basement for the whole first year of his life.
Abandoned by the folks who owned him – relegated to being the beast below.
He was just a puppy – had no inkling why he was locked up.
He barked for so long, that by the time they dumped him in the shelter the doctors thought he’d had his vocal chords removed. All he could manage was a hoarse yelp.
The vets wormed him twice in a month – so ravaged by parasites he was.
This treatment ate his guts out – making him allergic to almost everything.
The lady I live with cooked for him everyday of his life.
He grew healthy and vibrant.
A champion swimmer and ball catcher.
The kids called him The Hercules of Dogs.
He played with everybody – getting old folks up to toss a few, entertaining the homeless with his stellar leaps, and even dropping the ball beside the tiniest child.
All felt the warmth and generosity of his attention.
And marvelled in his superb athletics.
He affectionately tolerated kitties, turtles, birds and a whole host of unlikely creatures his Mom brought home to the Cody Pet Hospital.
When her fish died, he went over and kissed the bowl.
*
He was the best of us.
Our depth of missing is profound.
How lucky we were to have known him, basked in his adoration – enjoyed his jokes, tricks and sympathy.
Counted on his protection.
He had a good life.
We are better for it.

lpwdg


*
Love you, sweething.
Forever.
LuRain
x


-lp(c)09-
June 9, 2009 - Tuesday 

Category: Life
Way Out mstr
 
What a week of un-timely demise and departure.
Miasma sweeps the Globe.
Even my home lay in the swath of it’s scythe.
(Sad tidings to tell later.)
*
With hesitancy I comment on the David Carradine bizness.
What rough wages for sin.
Ignoble.
Embarrassing as all get out.
*
Remind me of some other folks – who went - leaving one last image to rock preconception of their natures.
Even art ain’t the same – once you know how they died.
*
Tennessee Williams was a great writer, so I am told.
Wrote many wonderful plays.
Considered by many to be one of the best in this century from our country.
Years self medicating.
Unscrewed a nasal cap with his teeth.
Forgot.
Swallowed. Choked.
*
William Holden, hugely successful talented actor - fell down an oblivious drunk.
Smashed through a glass table.
Bled out.
*
Silent screen star Lupe Velez – a beautiful and highly sexy woman – decided to end her life.
Talkies finished her career.
She”d had everyone in Hollywood.
Wanted to go out gorgeous.
Staged like a Metro set.
Roses strewn on carpet and comforter.
Dressed to die for – she took her poison – then laid down in deep fragrance.
Upchuck :
Sped to lavvy when so many pills made her vomit.
Found head in toilet.
*
Mr Carradine’s last photo leaves an indelible print - even in those who never seen it.
Working title “Stretch”.
Now matter how you figure – it was foul play.
I can’t judge -  just don’t make me watch.
*
Heartfelt sympathy to the survivors –  who have to endure aftermath.
And to accidental strangers - who discover each tragic tableau -  living to regret it.
*
Watch what you do  – for your family’s sake.
Jesus, Mary and Joey.
*
Personal things should always be private.
*
Take care out there.
 
Love,
LuRain
x
 
 
 
 
-lp(c)09-
 
May 31, 2009 - Sunday 
 
The latest ‘cure’ is anger management classes.
Seems we who puff is trying to sort out hidden rage.
Maybe.
I think we just stuck on a habit pattern.
Here’s my advice:
Everytime
You feeL that
Urge To Smoke
Shout Out Loud:
I Don’t Want that Nasty Thing In My Mouth!
Sooner or later
You’ll Grow Tired of public EmbarASSment
And Either
Continue a Silent Slave To Your Addiction
(If You’re Not Sucking Down,
You Just Paying To Hold On)
oR
 You’ll MaKe It TRUE
 &
Be FREE!
*
< Good Luck >
*
;~}
 
 
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