Speaking out for the Unspoken

Speaking for the Unspoken is a commentary on the disenfranchised. Disenfranchised can be defined as a person who is stripped of their power. Each artist has returned power to their subjects by honoring them in their work. Then the disenfranchised began to look, different than expected.

Do I overpaint myself?

 If I was a fish this is what I would look like saying thank you.

If I was a fish this is what I would look like saying thank you.


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The New Curator in a daze

Organize and Prioritize

did I even introduce myself? later,
I dazzle without thought, my smile could be a bit smirky but it dazzles with a spark, bespectacled … Who would ever conceive of the likes of me.
Thankfully the painter could carry the show,forty five years of starvation. Her hands leatherized and her lips weatherized, taunt between etched furrows from Mama Marlboro, oh yes, a smoker.

1. Show invitations -where are they, file goggle vs. explorer, like 2 whores bartering, bargaining on the street, shrieking on the street, streaking on the street
who can help me here? no, a good word, leave it.

a. an editor, where is this person?

b. a friend, who,

please come Show Up or Show Down

please come
Show Up or Show Down

where is she? Margaret.

c. the psychiatrist, I forgot I hate him, a bit strong, no, no, my mother would disapprove, shit she always comes up in my thoughts.

d. that psychologist, what a joke; he failed the listening test.

It’s a Human Debate said Wiser, Anyone can be a Scientist, even with a +G rating

Wiser asks: what happens when you put a cat in the micro wave? in the washing machine? or dryer?
I don’t have any of the above so I can’t experiment. How do we know that a theory is true?

You Are So. You Are A hologram,

You Are So. You Are A hologram,-scientific-blogger-turns-around-a-stray-functioning-human-being.


Since I became a blogger my IQ amassed the highest score

I comment on everything , I go for the core
This student is brilliant, all seven glossary terms were in her reply today
It must have rubbed off, because you all get an A

The scientific method of observation
Will problem solve itself with enough masturbation
My hypothesis is that the rate of speed
Can accelerate the ejaculation and need to seed

Dog poop is a solid ,can you use a cat hiss
To speed up the process and change it into piss
A bunsen burner heats it up, now it is a gas
Then channel it to go back up the canine’s ass?

Excrement may led to an experiment that’s weary: what happens when you put a cat in the micro wave? in the washing machine? or dryer?
I don’t have any of the above so I can’t experiment. How do we know
But Einstein and I can channel an outer space theory.




I appreciate getting comments, but since OSB is G-rated, I could not approve your comment.

Thank you for replying back to me and for the offer, but I’m not looking for contributors at this time.


Heather with a Poll,


 My reply:  I could sacrifice my acting career, especially after that last play.
 A Scientific Blogger turns around a Stray Functioning Human Being.  This does sound like something I would say.



Dear Readers :She apologizes for what she made me Do, my Big Sister, A ha

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In the late 70’s my family went to the poor house and they didn’t take me. I hadn’t a clue, and my Mother told me my car was too dented to go as she didn’t want the neighbors thinking any the worse. It must have been the worse because when I came home from school they were gone. Not a word of farewell, no wonder I had an inferiority complex. I was even too inferior to go to the poor house.

Hey wait this is the potato famine story.

This reminds me of a favorite song “and when the taters need spraying, I bet you’re praying the bugs jump off the vine and when you go fishing I bet your praying the fish don’t bite your line.”

If they came back they would gloat and gloat because they were right. just laying in the sun. Just laying in the shade. How was I gonna get my cornmeal make. This is an oxymoron because it comes in a box.
I learned to swim backwards. I could make a quick spin and I was first in line.

Never make a cent, didn’t hear a word I’d say. That’s WHAT Jeannie AND mom WOULD SAY. I might be a lot younger but I know a cent ain’t even worth a dime, because Mac Donald’s never charges the penny. And I learned playing deaf is a lot of fun. Just remember keep that glazed dazed look on your face and you got it made.


Face the Heavens , Arms Uplifted and Scream , That’s It

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