MissNikkiAnn Salutes Women: Hats on Heads 00

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An Ongoing Project: MissNikkiAnn Salutes Women 100.0

MissNikkiAnn Salutes Women 100.0

"We are one with Mother Earth. We are beauty. We are the nurturer. We are. We shall forever remain. No matter how man destroys the mother, she will survive and will one day regain the respect she lost."
~MissNikkiAnn

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Of Course

Of course there's more to this than we can fathom.  Of course the never-ending days and nights white out our daydreams.  Of course knowing this provokes some suppressed feelings to momentarily court us as it vainly and naturally expressed itself in our twenties.  Of course we leave it all behind.  Of course we didn't want it to prematurely abandon us as life went on with what it had to do.  Of course we blamed everything for its departure.  Of course if it were still here we'd find ourselves barreling out of control.

But of course.

~MissNikkiAnn
February 2014

MissNikkiAndroid: Boating

Typing Test Addict

Hello, my name is MissNikkiAnn, and I am a typing addict, doing it for the heck of it.  It is a passion.  Has been since I got my first "typewriter" in 5th grade in the early 1980s.

I type every single day.  And if I did not, I do not think that I would be as calm and sane as I am.  My fingers hit the keys with a force that feels as if I am releasing a great burden.  But even if I could not type for lack of proper equipment, I would be just as passionate about and drawn to taking pencil or pen to paper every single day (I've been there and done that, too.).  

So, yeah, the issue is really about the words.  And it has nothing to do with the writing being sensible; I am just as happy typing/writing a single word over and over again (I do that a lot) or typing/writing out my favorite quotes and song lyrics.

And if I had not a single, external physical tool, I would write in my mind (as I often do and always have done).

So, yeah, it's about expression.  And no matter what shape or form it takes, we all have our ways of doing it.

Me...I like to type.

~MissNikkiAnn, typing enthusiast

Well Said...

A concept without any belief has no power.  A concept with belief can start a war or begin to bring healing to a nation.  

*Image: Swatch by MissNikkiAnn

~Mooji

When Truth and Art Converge by @Dzakyem and @MissNikkiAnn

Below is an artistic audio reading of the post, which is below the Audioboo, I posted on Google+ yesterday.  My dear friend Dzakye from Switzerland is an amazing talent.  You can listen as you read along.

"Google finally barked at me about my name. Ain't that some shyt? I mean...call over the pedophiles, why don'tcha. I have a kid. I am a woman who was molested from ages 4 to 9. Do you think I am foolish enough to allow another possibly trauma to occur? Mama didn't raise no fool. 

Google, I really like your products, always have, even have an Android phone. But the day you think you are putting the well-being of me and my family out on Front Street is the day you are officially and finally WRONG. 

Even my nosy government allows for certain protections (try getting something out of a patient's file at a doctor's office or hospital, HIPPA for that azz!) 

Don't you know why phone books lost their luster? People are FINALLY wise enough not to divulge that type of information. Yeah, I know that information is easily searchable on the web nowadays, but the wise among us are working on fixing that atrocity, too, for the sake and safety of the collective society--especially for the vulnerable children of the world. 

And one more thing, I am a paying customer. I buy your products, doesn't that warrant some sort of investment and say in how you handle MY personal information. 

Don't you feel any compassion for your customers? And if compassion is too much to ask for, how about Customer Service? 

Who are you serving? The pedophiles, rapists and serial killers, always happy to find a service that offers its users up for grabs by way of personal information. 

Or do you serve the customer? The people who pay you and trust you to be "humane" enough to know that your requests for this information make us susceptible to irreparable damage, and on its worse day, makes you just like Facebook (and please know, I've never had a Facebook account for these reasons, it was a wise choice). 

So, what's in a name? A hell of a lot! 

 ~MissNikkiAnn"

Click here to see the original Google+ post and thread: https://plus.google.com/u/0/103659673808075352396/posts/Ts7M3zcNzBd

My Artist Space

Paul by MissNikkiAnn

he luvs me

but i can't show his face.

because he told me not to.

he said:

two more.

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have mercy

And So I Am

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

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a space that only art can fill

knowledge fails

art is vision, opportunity, possibility, truer self

create

leave behind what isn't yours

fall into the self that you've tried to silence for too long

and i do mean fall, give way to what seems to be the gravity of it

and if that doesn't work for you

it's okay.

it's always okay.

~Nikki

have MErcy

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RE: Tasha Smasha

Let me say this while my spirit is moving me to. I recently posted some random thoughts about Sir and received a moving response from a long-time friend. Let me tell y'all the truth. Sometimes it is hard to come to this page and be totally bare and butt-ass-naked with you all. I have an abundance of fears just like the next person, and it takes so much out of me each time I post anywhere on the Internet. At times people are harsh, mean, cruel, unyielding, unsympathetic...and I never know who will or will not take to what I claim my truths to be. And I'm pretty sure lots of you have had times when you just rolled your eyes at the things I've had to say (sometimes I roll my own eyes at my audacious thoughts). But despite it all, something keeps bringing me to write what I write. What I know is this: the more I reveal about my life, the more people are open to coming forward and revealing themselves.

We've come to a time where people are removing their masks. We were all born for this time, or else we would have been born during another time. Thank you, Tasha. Thank you for taking off your mask and admitting your faults. Thank you for deciding to forgive yourself for those faults, so that you can build on being a better mother.

Each day I fall on my face when I'm dealing with Sir, my family, friends, strangers, rabbits, dogs, myself, trees...but I TRY to state my errors, dust my silly ass off, forgive myself and utilize that knowledge to continue on with the walk of life. And then I present it here to you. Thank you for coming to this page. Thank you for being open. And thanks to those who are willing to remove their masks and truly show themselves.

"Hello, my name is Nikki. Today I defended gays, today I felt the urge to yell at my son--on other days I have yelled at him, today I felt the need to do away with organized religion, today I felt the need to bow down and pray to God, today I felt free, today I felt enslaved. Today, no matter what I felt, I LIVED. I didn't take a gun to my head; I didn't choose the easy way out. I lived this bitch as hard as I could. I wanted to cry. I wanted to apologize to about three people. I wanted to yell, kick and fucking scream. But no matter what, I lived this motherfucka. And I am here. I. Am. Here. I AM because that's what I was born for: TO BE."

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