I’ve been in a particularly rotten mood as of late.
Sorry.
Having said that, I do create truly relatable and quality (???) content when I’m in pain, miserable, or in a rotten mood.
I want to stop the train for a moment to acknowledge a few people!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I think you were one of my very first followers. I want to thank you for continuing to read my stuff. I’m also starting to place audio only files along with my videos. You made me realize that not everyone can watch videos in HD and so you’ve made me more considerate. And we are kindred Leonard Cohen spirits. It is very true that all I’ve ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew me. I could go on forever about Leonard and why he means so much to me. It is not necessary though because I think you deeply understand.
I am simply gobsmacked that a real life author visits my blog! Just to have you here reading and commenting is truly very very cool. I always wanted to be a real life author, and it’s super that I have one following me! Thank you Pearl for your many words of encouragement, wisdom and amazing insights. Your presence here is truly appreciated.
You are my #1 cheerleader! I love reading your blog and I really need to start liking and commenting more and stop being such a selfish bint. I think since you’ve started to follow me you have read and commented on every single one of my posts. On days when I just want to give up and walk out into traffic, I just need to read your words and then suddenly the street is empty. OK, that totally didn’t make a whole lot of sense but you get the point. You get me. Will you be my next door neighbor?
You are my muse. I imagine a miniature version of you, with delicate fairy wings. Some of the work that I have most enjoyed creating was inspired by you. You had mentioned once “life does not always separate the funny and the sad” [I’m paraphrasing]. So I don’t feel so guilty about confusing my readers by posting like EVERYTHING. Videos, poems about sorrow, death, requiems for dishcloths and posts discussing which orange is the most orange… well you get my drift. If it were not for your idea, Kelto would never have graced the cover of Vogue. I also love having you as a Facebook friend. Thank you for understanding my Monty Python references and especially that post I wrote concerning Occam’s Razor. You’re highly intelligent and you love cats and you introduced two strange cats to each other and we’re close in age (?) and I’m going off the rails again. Thank you for being you. Keep having fun with those Instagram filters.
So you are one of my most loyal followers/likers/commenters. I actually love your handle. I never knew what a desert curmudgeon was before. In all seriousness, I never bothered to look up the meaning of the word curmudgeon until like three days ago. I just assumed you were some sort of exotic lizard camping out by a Joshua tree. Those trees are in the desert, right? Now that I know what the word means, I can rest comfortably knowing you aren’t a lizard person. Wow, I’m in fine form today. I feel like you “get” my sarcasm and my very, very, very dark side. Thank you for being here.
Champion liker! And you have the coolest design EVER for your avatar. Did you design it yourself? Because I think it’s like immediately recognizable and original. I think that you “get” the wild pendulum swing that is my blog. And thank you for liking my weird poetry, even if it is uploaded at 3:40AM local time. I think we keep the same hours. Thank YOU for being here.
And finally, thank you to five-year-old Marlies. Thank you for catching that live mouse and distressing your mother. But apparently, she wasn’t distressed enough because out came this picture. I don’t think they did selfies in the mid to late seventies. If they did, could someone let me know? Thanks.
I’m so sorry if I left anyone out. I will totally do another acknowledgment post because I’m sure I’m leaving some people out.
Thank you all for staying in crazy land with me.
xoxo Marlies
White Padded Room 
Aww, shucks.
You’re most welcome.
I envy you because you’re such a fantastic blogger and I have trouble with blogging. For me it’s much easier to write a fiction story than to write a blog. I also admire your willingness to be silly. That is a wonderful gift and you are using it to help yourself and so many others.
Lots of hugs and stay awesome, Marlies!
Pearl
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Marlies, you just made me laugh, gush and cry. Thank you, so much! You are a dear soul, and I could not be happier to be a part of your life. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world, you make mine a much brighter place. Your humour is sharp and your heart knows no bounds, and your honesty is admirable. Plus, don’t you dare apologize for not commenting on my blog enough. Whether you stop by or not, it doesn’t change a thing, I still love the hell out of you and am going to be here to support you. WTF IS A BINT ANYWAY?! Ha!
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It is used as a derogatory slang word in the United Kingdom, meaning ‘woman’ or ‘girl’. Its register varies from that of the harsher bitch to an affectionate term for a young woman, the latter being more commonly associated with the West Midlands.
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You seriously made me tear up :). Thanks so much for the acknowledgment! I love your stuff, because I feel pretty raw a lot myself lately. And in your raw, exposed state, you put it all out there for the rest of us. Ballsy, lady. Just straight up ballsy.
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xoxo Ballsy yes! Testicles, no. Too far, Marlies? Too late. Hehehe.
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Thank you so much! There have been some really profound and/or hilarious posts you’ve put up over the past few months that I wanted to comment on, but sometimes my ancient PC at home takes about 20 years to pull up your page. Perhaps the .me designation? Who knows…I am about as knowledgeable of internet-related nuance as Donald Trump is of politics. But I can still read them, of course, in the e-mails I receive but often find it impossible to access your page to give you my thoughts. I guess what I’m saying is that I actually love your posts even more than I’ve been able to express. Not too many people have the courage and confidence to post as honestly as you do, and the rare person like you who does so unquestioningly is, in my opinion, the best of the best that this whole blogging thing has to offer.
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Wow! Thank you! Maybe I have to spring for a domain so that I can get a .com instead. I think I really need to also get a Patreon or some sort of money-generating thing (like maybe a job lol cough cough while I’m sick but hey there are no money fairies hehehe). Thank you so, so, so much for letting me know about accessibility issues. It’s a very important thing to have “ducks in a row” and such online. xoxo Right now this site has squirrels and they are at a rave.
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Hey Marlies~ I read you because you’re passionate and fierce. You have nothing to apologize to me for. Shake rattle and roll mon cher!
I dunno if you’re familiar with Bukowski or not but I’m gonna share something you might appreciate from “You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense”
“Beasts bounding through time.
Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly”
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Visceral and raw. This is astounding. I love it. Thank you! Goddammit, us poor artists.
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