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I talked to God the other day..
(S)he(y) really didn’t have much to say
no cheer me up just debts to pay
a clap of thunder then on his way.
It makes me small of little worth
just like the dirt ...
Not in the fundamental sense of the words.....
I was looking at the calendar… the same calendar that I “week at a glance” with and the pad on me desk so my penmanship is neat. Got one on the wa...
Knowing the difference what is within our mortal reach and that what reaches us is our self deception.
We over estimate ourselves.
We look at the stars and believe we see them. Define them. Dre...
Lydia stepped in front of the weeping child instinctively, knowing Kate was unpredictable and capable of anything.
“Calm your shit, I’ll take care of it. She’s probably a victim just like me.
Through my existence there hasn’t been much that has ever given me a sense of dread. Surely there has been ups and downs in life but lately I have been haunted by the zigzy-zix.
I don’t take too...
What does your diary name mean, and why did you pick it?
Invisible as.... no one really knows who is on the other end of these posts… Ink… because I’m writing stuff.. dumbass … just kidding… you...
it has been a bit of a chore but the words are starting to echo again. As I said. patience brings back the desire to write. After trying to force the words for a bit.. best to just go quiet.
Sister seem to have changed a bit
maybe she is sad
it has to do with how she looks
it comes from shit from dad
Growing up was not real fun
we had to stay inside
we should have been just dau...
this is where the secrets keep
where the dread is found we seek
wander we in trees of doom
shadows not in darkened tomb
whence we come to death so soon
Are the shows you watch embarrassing?
Honestly no… other than b movie slasher movies…
Would you ever get plastic surgery?
on my body.... how can you better perfection…
Do you take Cosmo sex ti...
Hey everyone… bloggity time…
Nice to catch up on your posts although it may take forever to back read some of you more prolific writers… So where have I been.....
bought a house so the move see...
Lonely in my room I sat
daddy killed my mom, the cat
out to play he said no more
now I sit upon my floor
Friends they go to school each day
they laugh, they learn they sing and play
here I stu...
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Oddly there is no door on my closet
Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
It’s been done.
Do you sleep with your sheets...
Yes I am going to tell a UFO story. Two to be exact.
Now to begin this isn’t a flying saucer and” aliens are here rant”, just two interesting experiences I have had in my life.
About ten years ...
evil lurks within your night
even when the skies are bright
pray ye not it saves no more
when feet haft touched the final shore.
steps ye took has add to one
book of dreams now hold the sum
butt crack dirty black
get off the road
get on the track
use your words
shut up your trap
get moving now
then fall back
the skills you have
the brains you lack
sing the tune
the tone you lack...
I suppose after a post like the last one some semblance of normality is in order. It has been a strange year actually. Out of the blue I decided I hated living in a condo and bought a house.
Delilah was a pretty girl
the kind boys like to meet
a curvy wurvy stunning lass
until you smelled her feet.
No one knew from where she came
but it’s way way down the road
I don’t know what they...
It is I that quantifies you. All you are is I. Without I ..I know you not. My predispositions, definitions, internal maladies produce you. If there is no eye, no ear, nor touch or smell there is ...
Home is where each day we head
and in one room we keep a bed
it does have to be real nice
a cozy place that’s free of lice
It probably has a couple chairs
and in a drawer my underwears
It is paper. Flat and unexpressive. I hear the wind but it coolness does not touch the skin. Life is not in black and white. It is grey. Unimagined.
Imagination seems all that is left. Shadowy d...
I feel them welling up again. Words. They are inescapable. It is good to let the silence of time invigorate the mind. Really that is all they are. The mind in an expressive state.
How does one r...
Charlotte wasn’t completely sure what Gerty meant by the ominous sounding statement. Surely she thought Gerty intended her no harm at this point but one could never be certain. Gerty walked over ...
How we exist in our world is not defined by its environment but our interaction within it.
The dark of night or winter cold is not onyx and frigid. It is we who perceive it as such. We can seek...
modern life is filled with trials
bumped and bruised along the way
easy healed with just one smile
darkest night to brightest day.