We are all animals here......

It didn't take me long in life to grasp the fact that most humans approach each day by posing, posturing, reacting.....Life is a psychological game - it's all about the interplay of the stronger animals versus the weaker animals. It's quite interesting how some of the more physically imposing and verbally aggressive animals can lose their shit when the smallest crisis arises. All that fluff and bulk and trash talk means nothing if the integrity of the mind's wall collapses. On the contrary, some of the smaller, more quiet and more intelligent animals can impose quite an alpha presence in the face of turmoil.
Bottom line: the opportunity to step up and dominate (without letting others realize what's taking place at the ascension of a crisis) can present itself in the most delectable manner.......

Santa Claws

Last Saturday a group of friends and I headed to the Humane Society of Hall County with bagloads of loot purchased from PetSmart to play "Santa Claws" for all the homeless animals. What a powerful experience......

I honestly cannot find the right words right now to describe what transpired that day, so I will allow the photos I took to speak for themselves.

One bizarre Christmas Day entry..........

I dream. I dream I'm floating on the surface of my own life. Watching it unfold. Observing it. I'm the outsider looking in. ....Dexter Morgan

Ice. Falling from the dapple gray sky - a sky that reminds me of a dun Arabian horse. The air is cold and wet...the ground is covered with frozen slush. A white Christmas in Georgia...

Christmas for me is always quite unconventional and strange. December 25th is the estimated birth date of Jesus Christ, but that seems to be where it ends in today's society. Instead of celebrating the 33-year life and teachings of Christ, a majority of the people around me celebrate the American dollar and how far it can go to impress others. Christmas has evolved into a holiday of greed and excess for the most part. That is why I escaped the massive amounts of casseroles and brandishing of diamond bracelets on Christmas Eve for a bit.....I walked away from it to clear my head and see the world stripped bare of ritualistic overeating and posturing.

I visited a park at Lake Lanier - Just my camera and I...haunted and troubled by the fact that the worst drought in Georgia has depleted our beautiful lake of so many feet of water. A lone gray and white heron was my only company until some dipshit in a putrid yellow Exterra drove up with bass rattling every window. Damn, I wish I had had more than a camera to shoot with. Then I remembered it was Christmas Eve and I left my spoiled moment for yet another Bagheera mini-adventure.

I suppose it's safe to say that most people don't relish the idea of curling up in front of the TV on Christmas Eve to watch (with extremely delicious pleasure) a show about a sexy and quite charming serial killer. I donned my new flannel pajamas and piled up on the sofa with my pit bulls and purring kitties to watch the festivities begin. Dexter is a damn good show - brilliant acting and writing that puts any other show on television to shame. And give me dark and alluring Dexter Morgan ANY day over Dr. McDreamy-screamy or whatever the hell women call him. I suppose I really am twisted...

Ahhh....today I will spend time with my closest family and friends - the ones who truly accept me for who I am. The ones I don't have to fake happiness and socially acceptable tripe with. Then I will come home and prepare my mind for yet another day of corporate slavery tomorrow.

Merry Christmas from Bagheera!

Am I Such a Monster????

Why am I a monster in the eyes of the general public?
Why do I have such a terrible reputation?
Why are people afraid of me?
Why am I chosen to fight?
Why am I exploited?
Why am I a symbol of aggression and violence?
Why can I not just be loved??????????

Because I'm a Living Undead Girl....

I haven't been around here for a bit....I'm slagging off on the blogging for various reasons...predominately CORPORATE SERVITUDE and personal life issues. Don't worry, though, I do spend quality time recovering emotionally in cheerful places like graveyards. I took the above photos recently........enjoy yourself! (Makes you want to visit, doesn't it?)