it was'nt a creeping, but a leaving. i turned on the fan to get the stale air moving a little. took my body away from the son. got up to put some hydration back into this capsul. once there, i turned back to the door, closed, and the room with the two neatly tucked inside. nice. now the night has greeted me with silence, an...
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friday is nice. a real soft kitten. thanks, friday, for treating me gently. you even clipped your long fingernails for me. you made me a sandwich...and i didn't even ask you to. what a magical serpent you are, what a fruit bearing tree. friday, i'm leaving my marriage for you. he doesn't just make me a sandwich. i have to ask for everything. yeah, he...
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friedhamster:
Hahaha, it should be pink poo too! Or purple. I guess it could be red, it might look bloody then... hahahahahaha!!!
It's from a shirt (the clown) from an online store and it's just so great. I don't know If I'll really get it but boy it'd be a winner.
It's from a shirt (the clown) from an online store and it's just so great. I don't know If I'll really get it but boy it'd be a winner.
a little pissed
just spent time writing a poem
lost it because my son is playing limbo with the powercord.
fucking a.
maybe later.
just spent time writing a poem
lost it because my son is playing limbo with the powercord.
fucking a.
maybe later.
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mtlqueen:
Strega, the writer! Yes, I do remember. It's nice to resurface every now and again, isn't it? I am well versed in the "my, how life changes right before our very eyes" department.
A friend of mine just wrote a script about a girl from R.I....
A friend of mine just wrote a script about a girl from R.I....
nice day, but the sun isn't out. i am briefly ignoring my one year old to write this. both he and i are in good moods but the night and early morning was rocky. at 4:30 am i was couch bound, desperatly needing to remove both me and my tits from the milk monster - a kind of vampire, really. co-sleeping with a child is...
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vervain______:
better change something, if you want a change, right?
right.
right.
back from. 10:15. it gets dark earlier here - literally/figurativly. after eating a gas packed mea,l i am in the privacy of my own home to light up the night - thank you, dear stepmother...what is it that she does to her food? i mean, every fucking time, the same result. speaking of home - which is really just a state of mind (smile)-we will...
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cathshee:
In the end when it is all said and done nothing anybody ever says mean anything without action behind the words, all the empty voices all the empty promises the less you say it seems the more you do the more you say the less you do. A moment in time, growing smaller and smaller with the wait of days and weeks and years. . . .before you know it, all is as it once was. . .history is a bitch and so is later.
sketchy_mf:
Were you possesed by an evil imp last night? Just curious..... 
disjointed/dehydrated day, and coffee is a strange one. i couldn't find my tea one morning so decided to partake in some coffee. ever since, it appears i'm hooked again after at least two weeks of yerbe mate - a green tea that made me actually feel good drinking it. now, me and the babe are up from a nap and there ain't nothin i want...
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the dead are announcing a birth.
this is where it begins, a blank. but unlike darkness, the most brilliant light. i see colors somewhere. the hand is rusty, my mind blown to go back, where i had sleep and my own thoughts. i mantained myself as good as any girl, i had a unique personality. this glass and its window throws reflections off it. i think i see the beginning of...
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these are the things you do that make you smaller. not answering when the answer could bring you closer to someone. it is only your heart, after all, and the heart wants to love. but i'm remaining silent. i know when to suck words in, blow words out. it is a talent of mine. see and understand, but don't let on. so the clock it...
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my awareness is projected toward him, wherever he may be. i hear the cries he is not crying. i have trouble sleeping at night.
second so that i might remain attatched to the earth - pitifully shrivelled like an unwatered plant.
third for the patiance that comes from only somebody locked into an unfair but inescapable hell.
fourth the enlightenment from that hell.
fifth, getting on, getting on.
harming none,
harming none.