Truck Stop Waitress
capo
- Location
- Jefferson City, Tennessee, United States
- Birthday
- June 29
- Title
- ceo
- Company
- do not circulate records
- Bio
- Truckstop Waitress, Musician, Artist, Writer, Mechanic, Poet, Reader, Sunday Driver, Morning Glory, and an Opry
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Dear Professor, This
really hit home with the
recent death of
my friend and
grand…”
May 16, 2009 03:50AM - “Hi guys and girls. I am
not looking for any sympaty or
wow
what a tough life
you…”
April 19, 2009 02:29AM - “I cried. I am a very
grateful woman living with my
second
brain tumor and
ovarian…”
March 21, 2009 06:14PM - “I am thankful you did
this interview. I recently ,"
found,"
one of
Mr.…”
March 21, 2009 05:56PM - “The dead are still
segregated by their religeons.
When will
we see ...and ZI
mean…”
March 20, 2009 05:39PM
Capo's Links
- intrinsic in nature
- beyond pesticides
- the pilot light
- pancreatic cancer action network
On the Street with nowhere to go
I was almost fourteen when I ran away from
Mississippi to Austin, TX. I was lucky to fall in with a group of
street kids and not some porn or prostitution ring. I had two
really god friends who were twins and went to Austin High. Sasha
was my best friend… Read full post »
Insomniac erxposes herself to meaness
My brain has been willingly fried today as I sit at
home recovering from a surgery. I have subjected myself to
television I wasn't aware existed and I am still not sure why it
does. I am of the belief that most of these are Viacom channels. I
watch some channels… Read full post »
I have really been ," In It."
My home has been empty therse last two weeks as I had
to go back for another surgery. Sometimes I wonder just what my
purpose here on the planet is. I am smart and intellegent ( they do
not always go together), I have goals. dreams, I am one who does… Cheer Up ," Emo, " Boy, It's Just a Jilt.
Once upon a time and then, the end. That's what it
felt like. Where did all the love go? I listened to his bad,
Melvins meets AC/DC band. I cleaned up his dog's poop; because it
was in our bedroom. Nineteen and in love with the stinkiest,
crustiest, gutter punk in… Read full post »
When I heard this week's,"Open Call," I knew the
heavens had finally opened a place for me to tell the world a
little more about my adventures as a punk rock truck stop
waitress.
In an earlier call I wrote a little about love and the brain surgery I… Read full post »
All Tied Up in My Excitement Over the Future
My excitement for the future comes from my dischord
with the past. None of us leave here unscathed but to what
degree we are scarred we will not know until we take our last
breathe or until we stop and pay attention. Paying attention costs
nothing and saves a lot. I… Read full post »
It is not a common thing to be grateful for our
suffering while we are still enduring the cause but in my case the
greatest event of my life began with the worst. I had spent my life
in search of love. I put myself in situations and experienced
things that… Read full post »
The first time I smelled Steve was on a hot June
night at a DIY house show (1) in the Fort Sanders
/UT campus area of Knoxville ,Tennessee. Pharimones had a
lead role in jump starting our love. On the front porch there were
several thrift store couches, chairs and… Read full post »
Kathy Knechtges
Professor Emeritus Peter Bagnolo
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Michael Mitchell
Wordsmith
the ranting boomer
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