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Mom of triplets dies after babies go home for Christmas

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A UK mother who made the news for having extremely premature triplet girls who all survived has herself died unexpectedly. Rachel Park, who died at age 39 just days after taking her 9-month-old babies home from the hospital for Christmas, became pregnant after six years of trying with her husband, Steven, and on her fourth round of IVF.

“She idolized those little girls,” her husband said. “They were her world.” The cause of death is still unknown, but police say the circumstances are not suspicious, reports the BBC.

During the pregnancy, Park, a Type 1 diabetic, developed pre-eclampsia, and her blood pressure got so high that her kidneys and liver began to fail. At just 24 weeks’ pregnant, she was sent to a hospital in Newcastle 100 miles from her home, where she suffered what the Mirror calls “a serious bleed.” Doctors found a problem with blood flowing to the placenta, and performed an emergency C-section when the triplets were 26 weeks and five days along.

Due June 12, the girls were put on ventilators upon their birth on March 11 and, weighing 5 pounds combined, spent two months fighting for their lives.

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‘Unexpectedly’: An interesting word this – unexpectedly. It conjures up pictures that what should not happen, does.

In this world there are battles between forces that, as expected, are above your consciousness. Religious folks say good and evil. Self absorbed humans say good and bad shit happens on a random basis. As a monster there are battles between forces that are powerful. Sometimes silent sometimes so loud the sky breaks open…

In your world there is always a price to be paid. You want bread and do not bake, you purchase the bread with something you made or earned, or you steal it…

Stealing. Sounds so criminal but all humans are thieves. They take life of animals with little to no respect for that actually given. They pollute, destroy, even in dying they stink as the flesh rots and drives away those seeking to steal a breath of fresh air.

In the story above it is mentioned a male and female tried to have children and used the science of mankind to cheat the ‘system’.

“They were her world,” the quote about the dead mother pertaining to her babies. Interesting. Her world lived while she died, a balance made, a debt paid, cruel? To some minds, yes. This world which was her world, is a cruel place as there is no kind face to the faces of death.

The news above read by a monster brings no real emotions as the truth is revealed but what does bring emotion is the fact three lives now have their opportunity to steal, battle, live while waiting their turn to die and die they surely will. So will you, and you, and all of this world.

There is no such thing as fair, or justice, or hope or anything else on this world, your world with the exception that sometimes, unexpectedly there occurs a selfless act of love or kindness. It is rare but does occur. To see those who will die still sacrifice themselves to their world. Rachel Park, you sacrificed yourself for them and very few will truly know why. It is good to know though that your actions were not in vain.

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Black. Black is such a nice word in your many languages. The blackness of night, of a universe. So often black is looked upon as a negative when really it is all the colors in a universe combined. Contained. Trapped until parts are released with white.

The above picture is one I drew awhile ago as there was no choice, it had to be drawn. There is always something that needs to be said, to be drawn, to be felt…There is a name for such and the closest name would be, life. A black Womb surrounded by the contrast of white, it is magical, soothing, and is.

It is also inspirational for poetry. Write your own poem as you’re all poets and lucky to be who you are. You are white surrounded by blackness. Embrace the light. Embrace the black. And now, a monster writes a poem.

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Choices

Choices seem so easy when not knowing wrong from right. — To go up the steps of heaven or fall the slide to hell — reproducing what has already been created before —endless repetitions; human endeavors created after being created before.

Discover fire, to be burned and warmed by experience — Coldness sets teeth to chatter while sitting naked in the white snow — A child cries with training,  and always will, their will is what makes choices so easy when not knowing wrong from right.

Wombs of our own making. Our worlds. Our lives. Our choices — Painted by a brush with life and death — Thanks God for being our mother and allowing the colors of marriage, this struggle and marriage between black and white.

The following:

The Buffalo School Board took the unusual step of passing a resolution demanding that their own member, Carl Paladino, resign over outrageous comments he sent to a publication about the Obamas.

The resolution passed 6-2 and made an ultimatum to the staunch Trump ally to resign within 24 hours or they would petition the state to have him removed from the position.

The controversial comments were emailed by Paladino to “ArtVoice” and are being excoriated as racist. One was in answer to the question, “What would you most like to happen in 2017?” Here’s his answer:

Obama catches mad cow disease after being caught having relations with a Herford. He dies before his trial and is buried in a cow pasture next to Valerie Jarret, who died weeks prior, after being convicted of sedition and treason, when a Jihady cell mate mistook her for being a nice person and decapitated her.

Another was in answer to the question, “Who would you like to see go away in 2017?” His answer was:

Michelle Obama. I’d like her to return to being a male and let loose in the outback of Zimbabwe where she lives comfortably in a cave with Maxie, the gorilla.

I love this piece of writing and the answers a person gave. Political? Who gives a shit as everything in your world is political. Same sex marriages, marriages, divorce, eat meat, don’t eat meat, beat your meat. So it is refreshing to see honest answers in such a fucked up world of ‘political correctness’.

Yes, the stuff the man said could be deemed racist, bigoted, hateful, whatever, but you and you and everyone is just like him.

“Oh my goodness. Praise the Lord. I’m a Christian and love everyone. I would never say or do such things.”

And to such replies I say with a loud voice- horseshit times ten. ‘Religious’ folks are actually worse as they say one thing and then say such things as, “Oh, those Catholics worship a false god, that pope…” and blah de fucking blah. You’re all ignorant fucks with hiding behind a facade of nicety being the best and Hitler the worst. Me, I’m a fucking monster  way beyond your understanding. I could give you sweet dream or the worst fucking nightmare you’d wish you’d never had and could give a flying turd about your world.

I applaud Carl for saying what he felt like saying and actually what he said reminded me of what my dead brother Karl (he was no monster) would have said. Funny: Karl once wore a t-shirt to some environmental (mental being the key word) rally. On one side it said, “Nuke the whales,” on the other, “Club baby seals.” I loved it as I loved him. That red-headed nutcase was a great brother to have and I miss the prick.

It’s interesting to note also that humor is selective to most. If one worships the dolts mr. and mrs. O then what was written was offensive, hell it could be offensive to those not worshiping the dolts. I however would have howled in the same laughter if the names of Michelle and mr O were changed to Ghandi or the local mayor.

It is sooooo great to have the right to express in this country, and yet try to show what you really feel around those who don’t think like you? Not a pretty sight. An evironmentalist and a real environmentalist (logger), not pretty. And actually, as far as diversity goes, it is important to have people from all walks of life together with opposing thoughts and views, if everyone thought the same way your world would be even more fucked up than it already is.

“Damn, you made me all teary eyed with admiration, “the parasite said as it wiped tears from its face.

Good. Now after you’re finished with your emotions go get me some clam dip and crackers. Oh, and get rid of the t-shirt you’re wearing that says, “Robin has tiny balls…”

Watched a young girl today at the Hilltop cafe. She was there with her very overweight mother and grandmother. It was fun.

This little girl was around 3.2 -3.7 years old and was full of spark of life. Her singing was terrific and it was a joy to watch.

What was very interesting was her response when her grandmother asked, “Who made that mess?” while pointing at a spot on the table. After asking about five times the little girl said, “Daddy did…”

The grandmother smiled and replied, “Knowing him, yes he did.”

A person can learn a lot from the language of others, a monster can learn much, much more.

As the three got up to leave the little girl  grabbed her black purse (very large for her size). She had to make sure she had her cell phone (which did not work) and then she started to push her little pink stroller with a stuffed teddy bear as a passenger.

The little bear was white with red and black spots.

Watching her push the stroller carefully outside the view then got better as sunlight hit her on the face, revealing teeth she would lose but which were bright white today. She looked up at her grandmother and the conversation caused her to start laughing. Most wonderful to see.

Her life is before her, one filled with many choices. Based on what was felt and observed she is making the correct decisions and her future looks…good.

As for this monster, it stirred up memories of past lives and memories of coming stories. That’s what’s great about being a monster and addicted to writing…endless stories, stories of reality, of fantasy, of horror, joy, and every emotion humanity finds so important. For tonight, a poem to a little girl that caused me to smile, and my heartfelt thanks.

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Short Stuff

Booth seats to have seated so many butts

Past times where elbows hit the table, feet the floor, and food consumed; plenty

Near the window she stood, her little butt even with the table, her hair cascading to meet.

Tiny legs to stand upon the seat, moving in motion; dancing; eating; singing; laughing; looking around, even at me.

Constant energy, a blur of speed, even gliding over reprimands from her fat mother eating, much like me.

It was a wonderful meal, for body, soul, and mind, and soon it was complete

When last seeing this wonderful creature tending to her stuffed baby

there was the picture of a mature woman in her future, with her own little girl, her own family, and it was good to see.

Found a video that brought back memories of the Coast Guard. Once I played with ocean waves as a surfman running 44 mlb.

While training at Cape D our boat rolled 360 and did a 180 pivot under water.

Good times they were. The ocean is a grand place indeed. A place of life and death.

While grading today there were a gaggle, flock, herd, or actually, a stampede of wild turkey’s running down the road in front of the grader.  A very amusing sight and one of those, “I should have a camera with me…” moment.

Turkey’s are ugly birds but very intelligent. The male turkeys know the calendar and hunting seasons better than any hunter.

It was inspirational and a ‘smile’ moment for sure.

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In the snow one track followed another and another and another…

Flowing gray and black with heads held forward; tail feathers back

Talking among themselves about who, what, and where.

There was no need for such to look back

Veering off the track, the road, into thick snow and brush

Driving past, a smile and wave.

Youtube has been a great source of fun. How to pick a  lock with a toothbrush, building a nuclear bomb, how to grow hair on a fish…and mostly for me, music.

The following link may or may not work. It’s all an adventure for me, I’m better off talking to rocks and tree’s but the Youtube sure is fun.

‘Sound of silence’ is more of a poem than music to me so to have it both ways is very inspirational.

Simon and Garfunkel were good poets but Disturbed did the poem justice.

If the link worked you get to see/hear for yourself, if not, you can listen to the parasite sing it…

“Hello darky, it’s good to see the slave again. The visions slam my shins and I get sleepy when eating brains, it still remains.”

“In nightmares I eat halo’s and sit on horns, cold and damned. And then , over there, a neon light, touching the sound of a screaming mob.”

“Ten-billion people served. Talking about big macs and big (censored)”

“People speaking in voices while Robins a dick (whack!)”

“Ouch”

“Fools like cancer. Hearing some blah, blah words about silence. And words of a neon god called Bob.”

“Oh can you hear the sounds of silence (Oops, i farted)”

“A warning! Words are falling. Signs said prophets like burgers in halls, whispering something about cotton candy…”

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Uh, parasite?

“Yes turd breath,” a beaming parasite replied.

You’re are without any doubt the absolute worst singer in the near world/universe.

“Thanks. Now after singing about burgers is there any peppers left?”

Help yourself, just don’t leave the cheese out like you did last night.

What a great day! Wind. Snow. Drifts. Lots and lots of all sorts of birds. It was great. Even an all-you-can eat pizza/salad buffet.

“Yeah, like you need an all-you-can eat buffet. So jelly belly, how come I was not invited.”

Because your table manners are not all that good.

Yes, today was great. I saved the association well over $1000 today. The grader had a broken worm gear and to replace the whole unit with a rebuilt one was $4000. To order the parts from Cat was $2500. To order the part from John Deere was $963. I found one in Florida at a parts house for $148 with tax and shipping. Pays to shop.

Today the winds were very peaceful for me and even now looking outside as the dark clouds run from the setting sun, it feels good to sit next to the heater and think of a poem.

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At this moment there is

there is a sky filled with

there is the ground covered

there are the dogs

there are smells of sweetness

there is

Pores of a planet, burrowing deep. Dark. Silent. Except for certain moments…

Fog of winter night, slipping so smooth up mountain and canyon

Aloof with nothing captive

Four caves for so long so dark and silent

Vibration met with vibration

Song with song

Coyotes fled as above the fog played

Reaching out to glow the face of the cave reached

Grabbing cloud and sky

It was beautiful to see.

Everyone has their own personal quirks, twerks, and unique ways of existing. Interesting in that A.I. can capture the logic and math of intelligence but it will never evolve to capture the uniqueness of life.

So, what’s your quirk? Collecting rubber bands maybe or doing origami out of McDonald’s napkins? It does not matter really as long as what people do cause no harm to others.

For me it is obvious – writing, singing, drawing, communicating, studying, and, shit…there is way too much to list as i am not ‘normal’ and you know what? i never will be.

Today after getting a good nights sleep I did what most people do, went to (pick one) 1. toilet 2. bathroom 3. head 4. latrine 5.void bladder and colon 6. happy place…whatever one picks or pictures, it’s their own choice and quirk. Really it does not matter because every form of life eats, drinks, pisses and shits; it is what it is and always will be.

Anyway, as I sat there humming and wondering if it was to be a snow plowing day in walk Radar and Tinker Bell – two corgi’s I greatly enjoy.

They are like children in that they both wanted attention at the same time. Tinker, the female, put her front paws on my lap and looked at me like, “I love you, can I now have a cookie?”

Ha, Radar immediately did the same and with the same look also added, “Yeah, and tell my you love me better than that other creature?”

It is always fun to watch the two. The both growl and fight all in hopes of being the alpha dog, the dominant dog, and yet when no one is looking (at least that’s what they think) they lick each other, sleep next to each other, bark together, chase rabbits and cows together, chase each other, and play.

After laughing at both of them today I told Radar he was a beautiful corgi and then said, no, you’re actually an ugly corgi, one of the most ugly corgi’s that ever existed and laughed more as he still looked at me saying, “I’m so good. I need a cookie, a belly rub, a pat on the head, a ride in the truck…”

Damn I like corgi’s. Today is Christmas 2016, a basically arbitrary number in the grand scheme of things but it is today and I give thanks to God for today. There is much to give thanks for this past year. I fell in love, got work, lost work, built, created, destroyed, ate, slept, shopped, learned, felt pain, felt good, i and I lived Life. Through it all there were the two Corgi’s that were there through it all and today, a smile.

For every today there will always be those moments of frowns and smiles, good and bad, and there will always be your own individual quirks, so embrace them and may your days, your Holidays, you, yours be one of experience and unique.

Today will not be a snowplowing day it will be a traveling swimming day, a day to think of coming work and opportunities. To experience forgiveness from Margareta of which I’m not worthy to receive. To watch corgi’s, television, and to eat king crab with garlic butter. Yum!

Oh, and as one final bit about corgi’s. If I were rich I would buy thirty corgi dogs. Full grown to puppies and spend hours studying their interactions. It would be hilarious to say the least and a logistical nightmare as a reality.

Yes, it’s Christmas 2016. I am a monster. I like corgi’s. And life is good.