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dating after seperation

This coming Wednesday, one of my worst fears is coming to fruition. I am being taken out by my brother so he can introduce me to a man. Blerg. I know I write a lot of poetry about meeting someone, but in reality, meeting someone actually fills me full of dread. Especially anyone who would… Continue reading dating after seperation

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my robot boy

A box of spare parts Said no assembly required Slightly damaged, but not not rebuildable second hand, single owner My robot boy Built ready to go Dings and scratches Darker in patches Doesn't take much to turn him on Voice recognition activation Coming to life "What do you want?" I ask. "He wants sex," he… Continue reading my robot boy

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find some beauty

So, yesterday afternoon, after going to do war planning, I spent some time with my mother. Nothing exciting. We listened to some music in the car and ran some errands. Her husband has been given about a month to live, so she is not only trying to run her own business, look after him, look… Continue reading find some beauty

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Run away to the woods

Does anyone else feel like this some days? I used to, almost every fucking day... "what if I just ran away..." I mean technically, I did exactly that lol but I took my kidlets. But some days I just think about what it would be like to live in the woods somewhere. Secluded. Away from… Continue reading Run away to the woods

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smile, fucker!

How do you honestly feel at the moment? Now, smile. Right now. Go on, don't be shy... Give your Lemons a big cheesy grin. Now Laugh. Yes... Out loud. So everyone around you can hear. As if what you are reading right now is fucking hilarious because I am a comedic goddess. Now... Let's go… Continue reading smile, fucker!

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F****** mother f****** c*** balls mother f***** c**********

random rambling post featuring artwork by @effinbirds

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Dream logic rambles

Ramble time... We have all had those moments: We wake from some kick arse dream and say to ourselves “Self, that kick arse dream would make a kick arse book.” So, we write that shit down on anything we can find on our bedside table. In the morning, sometime in the waking moments after coffee… Continue reading Dream logic rambles

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music, air and wanting

Small forevers In the little intimacies Standing close But not touching Sharing earbuds Sharing music Sharing time Air and wanting The only thing now between us Whispered words, like Lyrics or poetry or nothings But is this real Or just another fantasy Just a dream Because I stand here alone Waiting for reality Waiting for… Continue reading music, air and wanting