Dana Dangerous

Dana Dangerous
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California, USA
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April 04
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Dana is a six-foot, blonde, busty, liberal, lesbian lawyer, just like everyone else in L.A. *** One morning in 1973, she awoke on a park bench in a strange city, with no shoes. Finding herself in Southern California, she wandered the beaches of Santa Monica surviving on fish entrails and eeking out a meager living selling caricatures of Republican political figures, which she carved from tar balls that washed ashore from the many nearby offshore oil rigs. *** Ms. Dana got her start in politics when she landed a job as personal dominatrix to G. Gordon Liddy. That served as a springboard to her career in show business, and for the following six years, Ms. Dana could be seen performing eight shows a week in the back room of the Hwy 69 Truck Stop in Petaluma, California. It was there, during one of her midnight binge-and-purge sessions, that she developed her famous theories in socio-political philosophy. *** Currently, Ms. Dana spends her days jetting around the globe in wild shopping sprees and trying to avoid the many paparazzi who constantly pursue her. A major motion picture about her life is currently in production and scheduled for a Christmas release, starring Angelina Jolie as Dana and Danny DeVito as her longtime illicit lover, Squeaky. *** Commanding annual blog earnings well into eight figures, Ms. Dana has the commercial clout to write her own biographies which appear, unedited, in prestigious publications around the world.

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Salon.com
OCTOBER 11, 2009 6:33PM

Killing God

Rate: 6 Flag

Jesus Dildo

I wrestle God

In one short breath

To claim my life.

But time is God's secret weapon

His final advantage.

I try to kill God

But in time He kills me.

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As I stare at the downhill side of middle-aged and realize that I have fewer years to live than I have already lived. So I fight to keep my youth and my life, knowing all the while that it is a fight I am destined to lose. I fight entropy and nature and the accumulating years, as righteous and doomed a battle as Don Quixote's. And I am my own Dulcinea.
Yes, true God gets the last laugh. But we can give Her a run for her money in the meantime.

Sharp piece, wild image.
WTF
I wrestle within myself
to transcend earthly Gods
of apparent limitation and scarcity
Breath after breath
Day after day
To claim that there is
more to me than meets the eye.
Time may take this body
But I have the ultimate revenge.
I leave behind the Gods of limitation
for eternal expansiveness.
My brain started to ramp up voltage to come up with an appropriate reply, but it shorted out when I realized what the hell that cross really was. Rated for giving me nightmares.
Yes, I will. Yes, I am.
If somebody (or something) else doesn't get us first.
So, Dulcinea.... Your poem reminds me of the T-shirt, "Gravity - It's the Law". Middle age and gravity begins to take it's toll as we try to keep our butts and bellies from sagging and our joints from creaking. But I like 'middle-age and sexy' rather than 'old and cranky'! Rated
I've seen the implement pictured above. Was it designed for use in abstinence education classes, or did its inventor see "The Exorcist" too many times?

As for getting old, aging bodies are like aging cars. It takes more effort to keep the old beater running properly. (Confession - I hate going to the gym).

In the end, it's not how old but in what kind of shape we are in that's the biggie. The junkyard in the sky can wait!