December 2011
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My father’s in a box.
“You don’t know anything about women, do you?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, I can tell by reading your poems and stories that you just don’t know anything about women.” “Tell me more.” “Well, I mean for a man to interest me he’s got to eat my pussy. Have you ever eaten pussy?” “No.” “You’re over 50 years old and you’ve never eaten pussy?” “No.” “It’s too late.” “Why?” “You can’t teach an old dog...
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beer in a mug, beer in a wine glass
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You’re beautiful and my mind is a maze lately. Roots roots roots boots, rooted.
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The voice cast of Spongebob redubs Casablanca, Singin’ in the Rain, and The Godfather.
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Refreshing and rooting myself today because I have been sitting inside my mind since my father died and I’m not too sure what I’ve been doing except allowing my ego to take over and drinking too much coffee and treating my vessel with disrespect.
It’s all right! Some art, tea, and cleaning today and hopefully seeing Lion and kissing him all over with love.
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Awesome night starts with nondairy ice cream.
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Decisions have never really been my thing, and while my father was in the hospital, I had to decide his fate which was hard enough for me and once that happened, I’ve just had to make decision after decision and it’s been question after question.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know...
