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Not too much oddness this week in the way of pictures. I have oddness in that my daughter’s teacher is not returning my emails. I have oddness in that my little black alley chicken hasn’t been around the last week … Continue reading
My jaw hurts from clenching it shut Because I know I carry the foreboding weight Of the avalanche if I open my mouth
A house is built on solid foundations A home is built on love an trust And I myself have gone from being strongly stitched together To being sloppily shoved in a messy pile Held together by a rusty paperclip Destined … Continue reading
No please not that menu again Not sure why it keeps showing up It only offers options that spoil Leaving rancid burning aftertaste – I’m looking for the the other one That I’ve been dreaming of That shows freshness anew … Continue reading
I used to question my mental status. And I’m being real right now. I was always calling myself crazy or asking if I was. Because when you hear it enough, doubt forms. You begin to wonder if you really are … Continue reading
Everybody has an opinion. And while that is more than ok, the issue is that some think their advice is law and will shame you for not agreeing with them. It’s quite sad really. There is truth to the saying … Continue reading
These days I come across too many haughty people. My grandpa would say it’s people who say their s$@t don’t stink. I’ve always wondered where a blown up out of this world ego comes from. That however is opening pandora … Continue reading
Oh I felt the sprinkle And the slight change in wind- When you came around the corner And the the lightening began. The drops became heavy And the then there were gusts- As the rain pounded my flesh I shook … Continue reading
My back! You don’t get my face- You must grovel, Better know your place- Equal enemies? You stay hidden- There’s no such thing Your existence forbidden– Dare you think in the least, That somehow you matter?