Possums, it is a shame when you look in the mirror and the image of you looks pregnant.
Talk about Mad Cow Disease!

Speaking of Mad Cow, I am on a new diet! It is called the Food Inc. diet! I have shunned everything that had a snout or big eyes with long eyelashes, before it hit my plate!

How Pamela Anderson of me!

I am especially avoiding all meat that has had a history of wrangling with another cock! And although we share the same history, of wrangling with cock, I am now done with cock too! No more cock for me! Print that in bold- Lucresia Linton is done with cock!

When you watch the documentary Food Inc. it will definitely change your mind about where your food comes from! When I saw the farmhand put its hands around the cock and just kept on tugging on the cock.  Well….it may sound better to read it in print, but it isn’t!  When the farmhand took the cock, and then broke it! The poor soul! I tried to tell myself that God created these animals to be devoured. They were meant to give us sustenance and energy. Not, companionship! Cocks are not suppose to be your friend! That is why you never see those PETA people or Pamela Anderson, for that matter, get their face too close to the cock.

Well….

That’s why I never understood why some people eat dog. Dogs, now they are our friends, not cock. Possums, have you ever got real close to a cock? Do you realize that they will peck you right out of the blue?

Where do you think they got the phrase, “pecker wood” from?

And when you are there staggering about, as a small child, trying to make sense of it all and when you turn to your mother for comfort, she chastises and reminds you that all of your country bumpkin cousins are looking at you  and you couldn’t care less about these cousins, who clearly have no choice, but to run around with no shoes on, and it is not your fault that they only get shoes twice a year-at the beginning of the school season and at Christmastime, but all that don’t matter to you, so you instead run to your daddy, cause that what daddies are for, to comfort you in your time of need and you are so glad, as he gives you a great big hug, that you are less than five days away from being at home where there are more than two television channels, hot showers, McDonald’s and Sesame Street!

Not that it happened to me.

It is just a for instance!

After I watched Food Inc. and made a declaration about the cock to myself, I went to go sit in my Buddha-filled and zebra patterned-touched bathroom.  All of the sudden, my eyes gazed upon my bamboo basket that contained a copy of W Magazine with the model Lara Stone looking at me.

Miss Stone is the new phenom in the fashion world, due to the fact that she is between a size 4 and 6, as oppose to the models that are between a size 0 and 2.  I can relate to Miss Stone.  I, myself, am between sizes 4…and 16. I know that I may be stretching the pole slightly, but sometimes it is good to up and down a pole!

Ha!

Lara Stone used to be an old-hat.

Apparently, she was modeling for many years to the point that the jobs were beginning to dry up.  Upon taking the advice of her man, Miss Stone switched agencies who re-packaged her as if she was all brand-spanking new and sent her out on go-sees. And although deep down inside she knew all the clients already knew she had been around for a long time, she still kept her head up and strutted like her life depended on it!

Possums, they say that when God gives you oranges, you should take them down the road to old Mrs. Fuqua for her to turn them into marmalade! Cause like marmalade, change in your life, should be shared! You see Possums, God knew that one day the world was going to be ready for Miss Stone even before Miss Stone knew it! He used her boyfriend as a conduit to ignite the fire in her soul to never give up on her passion to model.

Lesson here Possums, is to use anything, whether it be a friend or a foe to fan the flame of your passion!

It is so exciting to see that the industry is realizing that it is really the clothes that make the woman. For so many years, it seemed that the model/woman was starting to slowly diminish, in order to make the clothes stand out more. The figure of a woman was left to just being no more than a hanger, while, women like myself and Miss Stone, sat on the sidelines and mended our time as clothes horses. How long will this change last?  Will we break under the pressure to keep up the stamina of change?

As I looked back at the cover, a thought came to me-“They shoot clothes horses don’t they?”

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