LIBERTY

Guinness. 4 years young this past Monday.
Makes me smile every time he fetches and talks.
I love him.

I decided to go out to watch Stanley be taken from Alberta.
I grew up hating the Flames with every square inch of my soul.
Come on, a puck bouncing off the skate of Steve Smith to let them beat
our Oilers for the cup would create furious anger in any 80's kid.
Gretz left our town and our economy went dry along with yesterdays neon ski jackets and hairsprayed bangs. Did I forget to mention purple acidwash jeans and Tiffany were also cool. Oh and that I HATE cowtown.

So despite the loss of Alberta's cup I was happy for the loss.
Oilers are well, OILERS!
However, for Canada's loss I hung my head low and went to pay for my dinner.
And to my suprise (!) My wallet was stolen from my purse.
When it rains it pours.
So I spent $60+ and the better half of today seeking a 'NEW' identity.
Such a menace. Nice to come home, sort through my life and call it a day.
Marshmallow peanuts anyone?


F1 weekend.
I'm really not looking forward to all the hoopla.
It's all the same every year.
Ferrari red, bud girls, hot guys.
The smell of American cash and burnt rubber in the air.

Maybe the guys that made off with my identity will be out buying keychains at
The Hardrock Cafe.
Seems like a suitable place mentally for such sneaky fellas.
Too bad Planet Hollywood shut its doors.

and it could be possible, that in 2013,
Patricia L. Chiles will become a bbq super villain.
Taking your dog hostage with duct tape.
Cutting him up in front of you.
Roasting the butchered head on a silvery rod.
Come and get it while he's hot.
2013summer@patricia.l.chiles

Venus passed across the sun today.

Not since 1882 has this happened.
I bet Billy the kid burnt his eyes out trying to see this.
Or that Quaker Oats man in the black hat. "Cripes!" he shouted.
If you missed it, the next will be in 2012.
That is one year before the P.L.C. bbq dog takeover.

And if you miss this affair, Venus slides across the sun: 2117.
At least I know that my 2013 bbq legend will be at THAT cook off.
And then in an act that only the fires of bbq hell could explain in 2117, the Dog and his butchered ghost head will show up (uninvited of course) steal the spotlight and the P.L.C. legend will be changed forever.
Becoming solely about the dog's ghostly barking head. And not Me and the duct tape and the skewer.

While your head is spinning, I thought of this:

Some people would complain about standing in long lines to vote.
Others would stand in front of tanks to vote.

.families.
.more funding to public health.
.take the gst off family essentials.
.kyoto, and actually making it work.
.missile defence system in space? hell no.
.elections should be about ideas.


Regan is gone. I can only remember him being a moldy looking puppet on
the brit show Spitting Image.
Ride on cowboy, into that shiny plastic foam sunset you created.
His greatest role. An actor. Correct yes?



I am off to sleep and think about the fear that I have tried so hard to
pass off all these years about those BAD Arab guys that roam the streets looking for PUMA purses to root through. And dreadful American's drinking Florida orange juice from Lord Stanley.

It is 2004.
Smell the reality wont you.

Perhaps my new Arab self has been dreaming of becoming ME all of these years.
The surgery is complete!
Bandages off. ITS ALIVE!
Maybe I will get a red corvette as my new self.



Lock your doors.
Roll windows.
Duct tape your neighbours mouth.