what if….

What if I told you a story
about a girl that loved the WORLD SO MUCH
that she wanted to give it a big hug.
and she wanted to give it a BIG TUG
and icky icky HOW SICK SICK SICK
OF YOU’RE PATHETIC PEDOPHILES.
that would think to diddle the daddle
of a baby or a child is NOT A CRIME AGAINST THEIR SPIRIT?
What part of this shit Does NOBODY GET?
Just as it is
Mary Kay
may have had NOWHERE TO TURN
of her CHILDHOOD SPURNS
and I’m sure it took some turns
But here is the reality
of it.
SEE.
Mankind are must like the squirrels
Out FRO-LICKING-TICKING
RICKI TICKI TAVY
This girl is just so so
OLD
LIKE A TURTLE.
she just wants to be HOME.
and he just wants to fuck to the beat of a metronome.
Sex IS NOT MY DRUG OF CHOICE.
INSTEAD I WOULD RATHER USE MY VOICE.

Ghost.

I never had friends
just acquaintances.
I thought I knew
but I never did.
I wanted to believe
I wasn’t being deceived.
But instead I felt that knot
so tightly tied in knots
in my guts
like intestines
that I’ve seen on outsides.
Like hidden agendas
and polite ICIANS
like magicians
creating partitions.
Like those dozens
of covens
and covenenants
and dumb dumb shit
secret society bullshit.
Witchcraft is not just HIS craft
and History needs to hear HER story TOO.
and then together perhaps these things
that have ended up all GREY
and astray LUKE -Warmish SHIT.
And SOCORRO and societies
and sororities and other things,
brotherhoods and sisterhoods
be HEARD AND HEAR AND SPEAK WITHOUT FEAR.
Trauma bonded
is an abusive mean way to own shit.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN.
Shit.
I wish we could FREE mason’s
But I never met Mason
I wish we could expose SANTARIA
but I live IN the crystal ball.
I don’t have a million dollars
and if I did?
I’d find a way to give back to y’all.
Needs met.
Ghost is me.
Born a Nielsen.
Felt that baby-push
and married The Burning Bush.
but before MAN I was
just another Emma Kristine.
I no longer know who anyone else is.
But here’s the deal.
I do know ME!
I’d like to tell you a story…

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HARMLESS HANFORD? – Wrong.

http://q13fox.com/2017/05/09/hanford-tunnel-collapse-nuclear-waste/  – Today I read this article on how the Hanford Nuclear Site in Western Washington is nothing to worry about…it IRKED ME.  My favorite/LEAST FAVORITE blatant harmful LIE spread in this article is found in a paragraph that reads as SUCH:

A portion of an underground tunnel containing eight rail cars full of radioactive waste collapsed Tuesday at a sprawling storage facility in a remote area of Washington state, forcing an evacuation of some workers at the site that made plutonium for nuclear weapons for decades after World War II.   Officials detected no release of radiation at the Hanford Nuclear Reservation and no workers were injured, said Randy Bradbury, a spokesman for the Washington state Department of Ecology. 

I LOATHE being lied to.

To clarify:  A “remote” place in Washington is less than 200 miles as the crow flies to the sprawling urban corridor of Seattle, not to mention …this compound half the size of the state of RHODE ISLAND sits on the Colombia River.  Today is May 19.  Yesterday was the 27th anniversary of the explosion of Mt. St. Helens... do you know how far that ash traveled, that gray, visible ash….that you could see?  Can you imagine what something that is lighter and travels invisibly in the wind…how far that could travel?  Perhaps you should try to find out?

I remember a time from my youth when my mother spared my feelings by not telling me that my dog died … I had been away from home and I was always homesick and she knew this news would hit me hard and make the remainder of my trip more difficult.  In other words, she knew that the truth would make an already painful and challenging experience, more difficult.

HOWEVER.  When I came home and found out that all of those things I thought were certain while I had been away from home…that indeed when she said “We’re all good and Gus is wagging his tail waiting for you…”  She was protecting my sensitivities and LYING TO ME because IT WAS EASIER FOR HER than to hear me be sad and/or upset and want to come home when I wasn’t able.

I get it.

But I’m a grown up now and therefore I would like it if ALL THINGS stopped lying to me, particularly the media. 

NOW:  For those of you who DID NOT GROW UP in Washington and ARE NOT AWARE of what Hanford is, the many attempts to keep what has happened there and what is happening there HUSHED, and are relying on the news to give you a reliable and truthful picture of what is taking place in the world, you are being treated as a child that can’t handle the truth….If you live in Washington State and have heard of Fukishima in Japan and don’t realize that you have the same nightmare beginning to unfold in your backyard?  Start being aware…I don’t know how to tell you politely….I imagine it’s safe to say that the Government doesn’t know how to live with themselves and continue with themselves WERE YOU TO BE FULLY AWARE OF THE TRUTH because they rely on you to be good worker bees keeping them going.

Reality check:  If you think this doesn’t affect you?  Like the government told Flint there was nothing wrong with their water?  WAKE UP.  IT DOES.  Start planning now how you will explain to your children as they watch in horror at what happens to your grandchildren WHY YOU STOOD BY AND DID NOTHING. 

WAKE UP AMERICA.

Holy Smokes Eye SEAS A GHOST!

Back in 1987, those prehistoric days…B.I.  (Before Internet)…..in the Eglon, in Western Washington, in the Pacific Northwest, across the Puget Sound from Seattle…I had NEVER HEARD OF THE KKK.  It wasn’t in my vocabulary.

Ten years later after my grandma found out I was prom queen (which was odd because, maybe I watch too many movies…I wasn’t a “prom queen” kind of girl….”

“You’re going to prom with a dark boy, huh?”  She smiled at me….

“Yes…he’s black.”  I didn’t know HOW she knew.  But as soon as I said “he’s black” and I watched her expression change to shock…not bad…just…a lil’ drop of her chin…and she spared emotion….as in…I never saw her have any…  Her plethora of knowledge and her associations with names hadn’t occurred to me at the time…that she would think Mario was an Italian…tan….”dark” boy….

“OH.”  Was all she said….

I LOVE HER….hold on…let me snag a pic…

Margaret Anderson-now Nielsen…. and her lil granddaughter, Emma Kristine circa 1981?

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Personally I think she’s beautiful….and I could only hope to be as beautiful as her when I am elderly.

At Halloween we’d do this fun thing and carve pumpkins.  Every year we would sneak down to grandpa and grandma’s and SCARE THE WITS OUT OF THEM with our awesome Jack-O-Lanterns…and as an adult now…I smile…I love my my grandma.  She wasn’t REALLY scared.  But she sure fooled me :).

In 1987 however, when Heidi was Tom Sawyer (good costume, Heidi Noel!) and my brother was the clown costume sewed by my amazing mother….we both wore it once or twice.  But You’ll notice in the first pic….I’m like…gah….my eyeballs and my mouth are being suffocated!!!! HELP ME HELP ME CLAUSTERPHOBIC!

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But it wasn’t like it couldn’t be fixed. ..grandma would often have to do surgery on our stuffed animals…Kevin and I had BOBO and George (a sock puppet and a curious George….Brody….am I remembering correctly?  Do you have a pic?) …  Anyways, mom, cut my face out (thank you….I CAN BREATHE 🙂 and add a little white face paint and I’m as much a ghost as I was before, but perhaps I look less…I’m OK…there’s Emma…you don’t know it’s her, cause she’s hiding herself under a sheet, but guess what…when the sheet comes off…there I am.

Clothes are a funny thing.  I DID NOT LIKE DRESSES when I was young because it was so easy for Chuck to slide his fingers up the insides of my chubby little 3 year old thigh..however…I DID LOVE BEING A GHOST because my shape was hidden.  My little girl was hidden…I could hide…I felt safe.

I KNOW NOTHING OF ISLAM.  I DON’T KNOW WHAT BURKAS ARE…OR WHY….BUT GIRLS….if you feel safer hiding behind a veil like a NINJA IN DAYLIGHT and nobody has a clue what you are capable of, you EASTERN STAR?

…I have NO IDEA what the EASTERN STAR IS.  I wish someone would tell me.

Do you know?  Fellow reader?  Do you know?  Fellow American?  Do you know, fellow glow in the dark pasty white girl?  Do you know black girl?  So you know brown tan and everything in between girl?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Salt N Pepp-AHmen

YES
LETS just get this out
THERE
I am HERE.
I HAVE BEEN HERE
FOR
THIRTY EIGHT YEARS
YO
I’M JUST LIKE THE CHRISTMAS TREE
THAT WAS
TAKEN TOO LITERALLY
YOU SILLY BEES.
I AM YOU and YOU are a BIG PART OF ME and WE ALL WANT TO BE SET FREE!
So perhaps we can BE
PART OF SOMETHING BIG!
if we just agree
to work together.
To communicate with love
not hate
I believe you can shake someone’s hand
and be COMPLETELY SAFE AND SET FREE.
You don’t need a GLOVE FOR THAT LOVE.
Plastics are JUST TACTICS
for MAN and EWE and FRACTURING.
Literally YOU are the meal,
my friend.
Be meek HERE IN THE END.
YOU WILL BE SPIT OUT
But where will you go
I don’t know.
I know NOTHING.
I’m just Emma KRISTINE.
I AM NOT A MISTAKE.
Not like my brother
Kevin was.
My mom had been
meal for man’s desires
since she was a baby
Like potatoes and gravy
And I don’t Thank you for your story
but I THANK THE TRUTH THAT
IS SO POIGNANT
and her very own mother
LOOKED THE OTHER WAY
with intent and spite
and I am glad that
I don’t understand.
The dollar had been Glenna’s scholar,
but who taught her that I don’t KNOW
I’m just a ghost
and creepy UNCLE SAM
HAD A CREEPY UNCLE’S HAND.
To pay welfare FOR
a ‘lil WHITE TRASH WHORE
name Glenna
who’s husband LaVerne TURNER
once said to me
WHEN I ASKED HIM WHAT MADE HIM BE?
‘as a stepdad’ in the 50’s
What must it have been like?
I might wonder?
A playground for pedophiles it is in AMERICA
THIS DOWN UNDER.
Not TIPPITY TOP
NOT TREE TOP
He was like a wolf
in a chicken’s pen.
But he just loved his chicks
and the bitch in the kitchen
that birthed all these chickens
had to be ‘something else’
to look the other way.
Just like Salt N Peppa have said before
“Let, talk about sex”
If Sarah looking back
gave God pretense to turn her to a pillar of salt
I bet it wasn’t to FAULT HER
I bet it was because
GOD LOVES MANKIND
AND WANTS YOU TO SURVIVE
SO START GETTING IT RIGHT
CAUSE I BET GOD IS PISSED AT THE SIGHT
OF THIS SHIT.

Save YOURSELF

“You’re always trying to save the world, Emma…but you can’t even save yourself.”  – His words echo in my mind.  An ex… a past… an abuser… a lover… a man as broken as I was back before we realized either of us had been broken…back when we were too busy living and running from what happened in our yesterdays, borrowing time from tomorrow…

It’s true.  He was right.

I’m delivering newspapers at night these days.  It’s all I really am now…just a newspaper delivery girl for the local Herald, pollinating Herald boxes in the middle of the night like a bee, attempting to limit the amount of chaos I stir up as I get through each day, dependent on distraction.  In the back of my car I have a bunch of toiletries and old clothes, some blankets and other goods to hand out to my homeless peeps I meet along the way.  Someday I’ll find a way to just live paying it forward…

I spoke to a homeless girl that said there is an entire population of women that walk by her and call her a slut and a whore, simply because they can tell she is homeless and they assume all females out here are prostitutes by choice…  This particular woman was fleeing an abusive man.  I understand her.

My heart sinks when I hear things like this.  I wonder what kind of woman could look at another who was in need of kindness and treat her like that?  I imagine their husbands are first in line to receive services.  Our world is so backwards and upside down…I’m such a country mouse…I don’t want to be in the city for much longer.  What I see makes me sad, and I can’t quite shake it.  I ended up homeless…but I was safer in my car than in my home…I wonder how many people judged me thinking they knew what was going on?     

One of my favorite parts of working on the ambulance was getting to hand out blankets to the homeless when the nights turned cold.  It’s ironic…I never used to watch the news because for so many years of my life I was living it on an ambulance or in fight magazines.  Now I’m delivering it.  I try not to read the headlines anymore…I get enough nightmares as it is, and I’m beginning to hear my ex husband every night as I’m driving from stop to stop, looking for other ghosts out there that may need encouragement and perhaps a tooth brush.  “You are always trying to save the world, but you can’t even save yourself.”

Lights and sirens have been following me a lot in the recent past…I seem to get pulled over a lot at night with this job, though you do end up doing U-turns and making the streets yours…but Seattle PD and I have been getting along well.  Here’s a clip of me getting pulled over last week…three cops showed up (must have been bored) but they were all enamored with my cat, Simeon, who was equally enamored by them…lol.  He delivers papers with me some nights.  My Indiana Jones cat 🙂  (forgive the fluster in my voice…I was trying to speak to both the cop, and the camera at the same time…it was a tad awkward 🙂

I NO LONGER CARE

I no longer care
who comes and goes.
I no longer care
if I can touch my toes.
I no longer care WHAT I’ve BEEN TOLD
from this point forth,
my story will unfold.
And after I do the telling,
please forgive the spelling,
I want to listen to what you have to say
and what was your viewpoint?
and HOW IS YOUR DAY?

An Open Letter To Mr. Trump.

Hello Donnie boy, how are you doing?

I would like to start AN AMERICAN MOVEMENT to NOT PAY ANY TAXES.  None.  What – so- ever.

It will crumble and fall and people will die and chaos will happen…yes yes yes…silly man.   But what did you build your foundation on?  MONEY?  THE DOLLAR?  OR SOMETHING DEEPER?  Here’s the deal…

…until YOU, MR. truMp…..(notice, I didn’t call you Mr. President, because there is no M. in president, and I really wanted to capitalize the M in your name as a monument and a testament to what YOUR WIFE HAS HAD TO PUT WITH UP WITH AND WATCH HAPPEN – I bet she runs a faster mile, huh?  wink wink.)  I only give respect to those who have respected me AND MINE.  And you have been very disrespectful to my sisters on this earth….lil’ man….HOPE YOU DON’T HAVE THE SAME MICRO PENIS PROBLEM that Hitler had…but…so you know… SIZE DOES MATTER.  Women only said that to be polite.

In fact….I wish AMERICA would just GO ON STRIKE.  JUST STOP SHOWING UP.  Its hard when you have kids to take care of I know.  Its hard when you have people you love, I know.  It is HARD.  It’s going to get worse before it gets better.  So…this is just a formal NOTICE to the Humty Dumty that WANTED A WALL.  Emma Kristine Nielsen Bush from the Seattle Area, in Washington State – will not be paying taxes ever if possible…if I can find a way to not give you an extra penny, I will, and I feel that until you show us how YOU DID IT, that is MY RIGHT.  YOU WITHHOLD FROM ME SIR, AND I WILL WITHHOLD FROM YOU.

Because it was Jesus that said, give to Cesar’s what is Caesar’s….and I HAVE BEEN A WHORE IN BABYLON FOR TOO LONG.

Respectfully,

Emma Kristine

I Love Jesus

I love Jesus
you best believe this.
I’m a heathen Christian.
cuz’ cousin?
the bad guy DID win.
I was born into sin,
isn’t it written?
This is where those go to fall…
sounds a lot like
winter to me.
OR HELL OH WELL.
I don’t know, we will SEA
I’m nobody,
just another Emma Kristine.
My name means a Universe for Christ
Google it and tell me if I got it right?
Perhaps Universal Christian…
all I know is
I’m just a ‘lil bit her and  a ‘lil bit him’ bit him.’
there AINT NO GOD IN ME.
that is FOR SURE.
Not in bloodlines and streams.
that is for sure.
unless there was god in MY PARENTS?
but that is NOT APPARENT.
I’m sister to my
brother Kevin.
I told God that
heaven wouldn’t be
heaven without
Kevin in it.
and for sure this place is not heaven,
lest I forget.
It’s not supposed to be my playground.
It’s not MY house,
I’m just a product of this thing called hate.
A thing called jealousy
a thing called rage.
I’m just a product of the devil’s pen,
because if I am to believe what I have been given?
in the garden of eden,
that snake did win
when it came to the heart of man.
HIS GOODNESS HE IS STEELIN’
and if anything I have learned from HIS-story
it’s that the winner writes it.
Which means the Bible and Koran
have a lot of shit in it.
I shouldn’t be surprised
the world is in a state of slavery and confusion
I shouldn’t be surprised Corporations own the world
and boys and girls are like the squirrels
and that is what the Devil would want.
But eventually his kids will live in a swamp.
Perhaps I should write it in a different FONT?
Does that mean
the queen isn’t really good?
That really she is mean?
With all of her
BLING
BLING
BLING?
Does that mean that
Pope who is here
to give you hope
might really be a slimy sea thing
or a greedy demon in disguise?
Did mother T
REALLY love those by TEACHING
those poor little lives
‘SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR THE SUFFERING’
SHE IS OFFERING THEM
Because to suffer like JESUS IS A GIFT?
I say nay my friends.
To do unto others as
they mother T and the Pope
did to THEM?
is to be AMERICAN.
And right now
I’m not proud of what I WAS GIVEN
AND WHO GAVE IT TO ME.
I’m wiping the SLATE CLEAN.
NOT TO BE MEAN.
But this is shit kids.
And I CANNOT STAND IT.
I have to START OVER.
I have a lighthouse on my LEFT ARM
because that’s where my whirlwind
has been documented
I’m a WHORE
and this is NEW BABYLON
AND LEWIS AND CLARK DID
GO GET AND TAKE AND GIVE.
But if liberty STANDS FOR FREEDOM?
WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?
but perhaps its just about to BEGIN
a journey that I thought was at an end.
I have worked for the UNITED STATED GOVERNMENT
SINCE AUGUST 13 NINETEENseventy8
when they gave me an SS #
what a blunder
like thunder
You didn’t get a choice
YOU WERE BORN DOWN UNDER
I think these are real life HUNGER GAMES
and I THINK
THINGS NEED TO CHANGE.
I think this life is a stage
and I think I’m full of RAGE
I think this MOTHER EARTH IS AN EGG
THAT’s ABOUT TO CRACK
But who am I to tell you that?
I’m just an seedling thing
a little egg incubating in EGLON
Thinking I could RIGHT WRONG.
with a rhyme and a song.
HOPING I CAN BREATHE PEACE
in this heat.
I’m just an EMT
that works while you sleep.
I’m just another fighter in the ring.
I’m just a homesick girl
looking for home
on this planet earth
that I was birthed
where Mother earth
has blessed me with the things I needed to be
but I wan to appreciate
her and be better to nature cause
evil has been frozen in glaciers
and you have let the temperature rise
it should be no surprise
that if grace were a place
YOU FELL.
and YOU landed in the depths of hell.
Lucky for YOU
MY FATHER KNOWS WATER WELL.

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