they keep screaming at me, these eyes that cant see, but i can hear them, called an old girlfriend today and she told me she loved me, it felt so great to hear those little words, i know i should not get hung up on what she is telling me, but i am just her friend, and that love, if that is the only love she can give me, well ill take it, with or without the pink spots, my best friend told me today she loves and and i told her back that i loves her too, and then we are back on the neverending train of trying to get one of us to move into with the other, i love her, and if i need a place in one year, she will be the human i want to spend my life, the rest of my life.
amen
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
world trade center
now is the time to start writing anythng that comes to mind, i was typing my book earlier and i took some peyote but the peyote was weak, some weak dick ass mo fo sold me some bunk crap, i get what i deserve well enough of that, time to see a movie, maybe a french one
Thursday, March 10, 2011
wtf
today im talking to my boss, my funky boss and she likes to bring up things about my past, ie my drug use and she likes to talk crap all day long, so she said i was stupid today and i know im not stupid, so i barked back at her and she did not like it, my other employees did not know what to say to her, because they are her friends, but they all told seperately that i did the right thing, then i went to my process group and i processed lots of things, i told my counselor that stereotypes are bull corn and i spoke my mind, i love speaking my mind becuase alot of people still cant speak theirown minds, its sad sometimes to live through life like that, but i saw this video on fb, i did it my way from sexpistols and yeah i did it my way too, i love the women on fb,
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
te beginning
now i begin to write what comes from this head of mine, that s the way to write my friends to let the words melt out of your head like syrup, not he mafia kind, but the sweet spots and loving every year i have yet to live, could all my days be more full of grief, but yes that is what makes my life wonderful
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