Oedipus means 'swollen foot' and not 'to see'...

Oedipus had a screwy Mother who believed in prophecy and when an oracle told her her kid would kill her baby Daddy and marry her...

She did what any normal baby Mamma would do after reading the horoscope in the local news rag...

She and her husband pierced the babies feet and bound them together before handing over the bundle of curse over to a Sheppard who was to take the baby to the top of the cliff and leave it there to die of exposure..which is a nice term for starve, dehydrate, and freeze or burn to death.


and a big but...

The Shepard, ditched the dirty deed and handed the baby over to the royal family of the hood next door.

I am sure they paid better for adoption than the Thebes paid for the disposal but whatever..


to make a long Greek tragedy short...

Someone told Oedipus of his fate and he left his parents to save their lives.

Unfortunately they were not his real parents and so he left his safety zone

and low and behold

karma guided him directly into killing his real Daddy on the way out of town..

What are the odds of that happening without Apollo?


He stops to play some casinos and he ends up cracking the Sphinx jeopardy game and this lushes Jocasta is all about the new guy and they marry

Jocasta and Odi-puss have daughters and rule the kingdom and have a great life and


Someone has to pee on their parade

Why they waited so long to avenge the death of the King...'Creon"?

not to mention names, Creon!

but seriously...was your promotion due, Creon?!!

Creon is to blame for the whole debacle if you ask me.

Creon got Odi all in a ruckus over the truth and when Odi finally digged the whole deep enough to uncover it

the hole was to be a grave for his Mother/ Wife after she hung herslef buy her own hair..that's commitment to suicide..seriously.

He stabs his eyes out with some gold chatchkis--tacky --and I personally thought he did it to afford him some grace and pity..

Ain't know one going to be mean to a blind dude even if he did kill his Daddy, marry his Mother, and bore a bunch of daughters...

The end of Odi's life is unclear but I am pretty sure his brother-in-law took pity on him and kept Odi well fed in a tower somewhere.

The Blonde is done with another semester!


and Oedipus have one thing in common...they are both tragically possessed by a victim complex.

Seriously, I want to knock Hamlet in the head and tell him to snap out of it but Horatio cock blocks me.

If Hamlet is crazy, it would be much easier to believe if Horatio and the two knights never saw dead Hamlet's Daddy smogging up the sky way with a truth of his murder.

The ghost is validated after Hamlet throws an impromptu play for the King- who murdered his papa and the Queen- which is his Mother who married the murderous King way before the body of Hamlet's beloved Father was cold..an issue Hamlet has a hard time trying to kick

many literature pros's have tried to link incestuous lust and behavior on the part of the King and Queen but they must be breathing down Freud's crazy train exhaust because if you read the play...

and you are privy to royalty and the wealthy's proclivity to keeping wealth in the family, they often do marry cousins and what nits..

Gross in this day but hardly unacceptable in the day of Shakespeare.

He was not introducing anything new to the wealthy, they did not patron his shows, but the poor sods who came in droves to his theater and bringing their ignorant mind, ate it up with such valour and disgust to make it more than it really was..

and then Freud and his f--ed up little mind just dug it out of the dusty library and made something of it to make his career..

Do not quote me and I am super tired and have not edited this...

The Blonde is letting the poison sword of tongue lay unedited tonight..in other words of tongue and pen..nothing different



The proverbial nowhere.

Where you don't live, yet you don't go

Its where you are

and yet you are not there

no walls surround it

no gates lock it

no guards protect it

you can't arrive

you can't leave

There are no doors

There are no windows

No path that leads out

No path that leads in

The wind does not blow

The sun does not shine

The moon does not light the evening sky

For there is no night

There is no day

Mother Nature offers no season

Father Time offers no hand

Purgatory is not a place

for the condemned

for the sinner

or for the lost soul

Pergatory is a deceptive state of being that too many willingly embrace!

The Blonde would like to banish pergatory but to many embrace its comforts!!


Loving You is Wrong

The Blonde won't ever be right!!

I would go blinde for you baby!!

Retro Friday Tuned In for Today

I will play memory lane later...

this kinda music is needed for my people...

And my people won't vote!


The Sunset Limited

In most people's mind it is a train that used to run from the Atlantic to the Pacific in the southern part of America.

But for many, the Sunset Limited was a final destination.

A ride they wanted to take all their life but never quite got a chance to.

They were so busy surviving and living inside humanities ills and rules that they had hardly anytime to enjoy a ride.

The Sunset Limited was going to be their last ride.

Their fond farewell.

Their trans-continental epiphany to the edge of the world.

This play, this story, this dialogue between an atheist and a believer is my epitaph from community college.

Its the final term paper I write before carrying on with a full blown university.

I can write a paper with my eyes closed but this one...

this one...

I need to be great!

I need to blow this one out of the park, and not because it means anything to anyone or a final A in my Associate studies but because...

I need to know that even with out a reason or an end or a prize...

That I...


have it in me to give my best when the world keeps throwing me their worst!!

The Blonde has no limitations!!!


The King and All of His men

The Blonde is a wench who will gladly serve up some media for this fab band!!!

So Many Wizards

Nico has only 154 views...let's help this band out!!


Life is lived in a blink of an eye...music we love chronicles how we feel in a nano-milla second of that blink and lingers on...

Load up my headstone with the mp3's of my life but don't bury me...

I have a panic attack just thinking of being in a box buried 6ft below..what a scary place to be...

Take me out to sea in a giant yacht, blast some music, shoot some somalian pirates, and firecracker my ashes over the harbor in Cannes!!!

If you could wait 30 to 40 years before I die of natural causes that would be great~!!

Before its Gone

Music is the Blonde's air!


Compliments of Toys

When the novelty of war wears off, we as a society, a nation, a people, a species, an inhabitant

will realize way too late that we are arguing over things that do not belong to us..and it will be taken away by humanities own hands

the irony is we will be destroyed before we learn our lesson

We no longer deserve redemption.
We deserve destruction, doom, and death...

Let a new species come about us..
We have digressed in the years of our fore fathers and the eye of the pyramid looks at us and realizes we honor the dollar bill more than humanity...

I say send a giant asteroid and let us start over.

The Blonde can't wait to come back to a simple Utopian world!!


The Blonde wishes she could find her home!!