Things you shouldn’t eat…


Steampunk chatter among  friends…

Things you shouldn’t eat and what we could make out of these things…


Featuring myself A Steampunk Squirrel, my friend Annie Owl, and Bee Bear Bones.


 S.S. Chicken feet, seriously what part do you eat and why can you still buy these from the store? 


A.O. Haha eww I don’t know, why don’t we make coat hooks with them.


B.B.B. Hahaha (easy going guy)


S.S. Well why don’t we make a wreath out of them and hang on the front door surely that would deter the salespeople from knocking while looking so stylish?


B.B.B. (Laughing harder as he shakes his head)


A.O. Ooh that would be so cool we can spray paint them silver. What about Chitterlings who ever decided to eat them? 


S.S. I’m not sure but I really think that we could weave them into baskets and dry them out. I think they would make an excellent basket sturdy too. 


A.O. That’s perfect! We could make some with chicken feet on the bottom so they could stand up off the ground!


B.B.B. Through breaking laughter and smiles, what about caviar? Have you tried that? 


S.S. I haven’t tried it yet, however I purchased some from the market and kept the jar for a long time, I think caviar eggs are beautiful like black pearls. I never ate them, never even opened the jar the fridge went out and I threw them out. 


A.O. Ooh we could use them in a vase…

S.S. made from chitterlings!

B.B.B /A.O. Laugh…


A.O. Please Steampunk Squirrel make a comic out of this conversation and draw pictures. I would pay to read it.



It’s a wonderful thing to be in the company of friends whom understand you and love you, except you for who you are no matter what comes out of your mouth. Lifting you up in love and encouragement. In this Steampunk world I couldn’t ask for two better friends than Annie Owl and Bee Bear Bones. Thank you both from the bottom of my Steampunk Squirrel heart. 


Namaste,

Steampunk Squirrel 

Broken hearted…

Do you ever have a feeling that hits you right in the heart chakra… a feeling that’s so much like unto a cloak of claustrophobia a dark veil, a numbing in the chest and your lungs struggle for breath over the weight of the reality the world from your eyes becomes grey with a veil that seeks in envelope you as a whole your body and soul, numb and sick from pain the pain you can’t change for it belongs to you and yet your powerless to change it, your heart beats wildly as it shatters and the pieces litter the ground for you have just boarded that hellish ride at the carnival dizzy and numb, grey and dumb the ride is over and you hold the pieces of you heart in your grey veil soul wounded mind numb… this for this… it was love.

When life gives you lemons make…



What a lovely moment in time with family and friends, you know Easter just passed and what a beautiful celebration we had. I happened to wear a very cute spring dress with lemons on it that inspired me to write a little poem as I was driving down the winding mountainous road in the town we live something I always find myself doing, singing and thinking. Well that’s really enough jabber here it is. 


When life gives you lemons don’t make lemonade, lemonade will give you acne we don’t need or want acne, when life gives you lemons you throw them on some fabric you make a dress and wear those lemons and you slay… slay all the haters spray lemon juice in their eyes if you have to it’s your turn to shine, live your life and be beautiful you and never let anyone stop you from being you. 



I hope you enjoy have a blessed Monday and I hope when you see lemons at the grocery you think of my little poem. 


Namaste,

Steampunk Squirrel 

Broken Heart… 

Do you ever have a feeling that hits you right in the heart chakra… a feeling that’s so much like unto a cloak of claustrophobia a dark veil, a numbing in the chest and your lungs struggle for breath over the weight of the reality the world from your eyes becomes grey with a veil that seeks in envelope you as a whole your body and soul, numb and sick from pain the pain you can’t change for it belongs to you and yet your powerless to change it, your heart beats wildly as it shatters and the pieces litter the ground for you have just boarded that hellish ride at the carnival  dizzy and numb, grey and dumb the ride is over and you hold the pieces of you heart in your grey veil soul wounded mind numb… this for this… it was love.

Nimble

What is this world if not but a mass held together by the tiny gears and pulley’s of life, thimbles for the nimble and nimble you must be to cross the threads that lie in between the sets of gears, full of fears, one false move will surely send you fumbling to the bottom at lightening fast speed, bumbling as you try to form a scream.

First post and Greetings

Hello,

I’m Steampunk Squirrel I live in this Steampunk world, We all do, and deep down you know that we are all Steampunk put together here and there with gears, feelings, love, life and experiences all clinging to us making us all our own truly unique and beautiful Steampunk-selves. Life is but about the journey on our path and sharing our stories of love and life. Forgiveness is nothing without strife and a life without love? What is that life? Sometimes we truly don’t know what we have until it’s gone and other times we see what we have and we want to give it away, to share is to love and care. Sharing stories and experiences seem like the proper thing to do for ones growth and stability for what is a mind if it’s not open to understand? What is a heart if it’s not open to love? What is the soul if it’s not receptive to growth? So I’ve come here to chatter my stories, some happy, sad, beautiful and tragic. What is a rainbow if first there is no storm?

 

NAMASTE,

Steampunk Squirrel