Friday, August 21, 2015

Lost Promises

I'm trying to imagine what I was promised.  I know I was always told working hard would pay off, oh and if a door closes another opens.  I'm warned you have to really look for that next open door.  I can never seem to find it.  Maybe it's in a portal with a secret key. 

I'll be looking for that key at your birthday party.
I'll wear my best gown. 
My husband will wear shorts and not understand the concept of looking for the key to the portal. 

I won't wear underwear and call myself liberated. 
Then we will find the key to the closed door. 
Eventually all those promises will come true. 
Or I will be always searching for the key. 

In the asylum I'll talk about keys and how they open all those locked doors of opportunity and success. 
The nurses will up my meds one by one until I'm in a coma. 
Only then will I be able to imagine that all the work really paid off. 

How to find my mind?

I think I left my mind where I lost my earrings and those shoes I really liked.  

All those things went somewhere without me. Oh and my car keys.  I have to use my spare keys because I lost the originals. If I lose these then I'm going to give up driving my own car.  I'll drive yours because you still have both sets of keys.  It might take me a year to lose both.  Then we both won't drive. 

We can walk places because the public transportation system is fucked.  We don't really live close to anything, so were going to have to quit our jobs. 

I would apply to more schools.  But I think they are scamming me.  I don't think they really want me to attend, they just want my application money and to give me false hope that one day I will get a better job that will actually  help me afford food. 


If you find my mind, please return it to me ASAP. 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015



I ate your cunt for breakfast.
You ate pancakes. 

How low do you stoop when no one is looking? I'm sure you've been lower.
I'm going to check the mail and wash all the clothes in chocolate. 

You can take a nap.
I'll be here when you wake up. 

Saturday, August 15, 2015

I think you're magic

It seems that anything can always happen;
Must be in the water.
Magic is in the water. 

Tuesday, August 11, 2015


Everything became a littler newer;
It was like yesterday never even happened. 

Then tomorrow began. 

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