1. The doll’s baby breath in her hand was bubbles. I laid her out to dry. The yard was jelly. Right there was a train track. We never slowed down. I was younger in the summer than winter. I was never late. The doll had many names but one set of clothes. I called her my own until the future was the voice of God in a tin can and the sun was the yellow string. I saw more deaf people than Down syndrome. I think I may have heard I’d always be on my knees. I used to stroke your skin and smile and babble to you in the stores. Now you love the stores. You were my backward baby with clothes inside out wearing a winter coat on a hot spring day. You are the unteachable kind that only repeats. I had a doll but it didn’t teach me much. You wouldn’t sit still and then you wouldn’t sleep and then you wouldn’t eat. I worried you’d get hurt or wander away. You like colored lights. You like movies. You like spaghetti. You don’t
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He was controlled by voices he called Auto Pig. yeah. They map the whole misfiring trauma based mind and emotions. I didn't get mine til 2004. We were at war.
it should be more like 10 thousand. nothing else matters.
Scarlett letter A. your mother still goes there, and will never leave.
you owed me, fucker. Jim Lehrer, or any other broadcaster. go to your grave then. good luck.
from the stoptlight, all the way thru downtown is 20 mph. When you're getting out of Randy's and trying to turn down Main street, and they come barreling around there, you can wait 5 minutes or more to turn left. I'm starting to put my hand up and say Slow down! some are reading my lips. it's not sex specific, men and women. and who in their right mind wants speed down Maynard Way right at an upcoming child care center, and they rarely come to a complete stop there. I should have volunteered when they did they did the community trained officers.
ok City of DeWitt, do we really need our curbs sprayed off? am I paying for this? all I can think is this is for bicyclists. hmm. pretty sure they go right down the middle of the road anyway. fix the pothole in the alley going into the bank!
I just had one smoke. terribly sick. One or the other, the gum, or the cigarettes. ugh.
When you say something to someone, especially an early 20's woman, and she asks you a question as if she didn't comprehend, likely this means she doesn't read books, and has no reading comphrension. I told her, I just told you that. "Ok, we're not interested in hiring you." Kid's Business child care center half a block from my house. Jesus.
a glaze of a finished touch at midnight a hard backed seat at the table and a hunger for the heaping moon
It'll be harder than hell. You got this.
Woman takes school bus to work and sits in the way back, says, it's cuz i think I just bounced a check. Young woman walks into man's college dorm room , says, "wow you're really hung." Then she cuts him down for spite and says, I thought you were only dying for a drink. Teacher tries to control the class, says, You didn't know I could play the H.A.A.R.P. Life gets long for the man who never broke free, he says, why didn't I get a time-share. Woman doesn't like the radio, says, I've channelled better than that.
I've said, Never. Then did.
All through these years, I've heard, "We're close to getting out of it," about a dozen times. I've even picked up every clue from all of mass media, "I heard it thru the grapevine, not much longer will you be mine..." I am also guilty of thinking---It's just going to happen, without me doing the hard work, like it's just going to come from the sky, like a disability check. Through all this, this is the only time sadly that you can't trust your gut, or your intuition, because everyone has been wrong.
What did Jane say when Tarzan threw a mud cake in her face? "I've been cooked better than that." What did the target say to his parents when they kicked him out? "I'm now only wanted by the police."
don't know, but I'm still doing it today.
I remember, the kids were calling me, I still got writing done though, among much.
Since you probably won't buy or read my book One Never Knows, I'm posting my one, and only, masterpiece, right, now!
From Eve’s book of prose Being directly related to the strange carvings in the cave, the hard head, upon the wand, the precision of the wrist, to get the gist, passed down through the internet, I bet I’m human experiment. The decision to rise, the collision of the sun, carving designs, no signs, lopping off branches of knowledge hanging over the ledge, bits and pieces fit the premise, of falling for the snake, each fruit sealed with ideas, wasted, choice cheese and full-embodied wine ideas, untasted, sucking out the poison, spitting out the seeds, a handful to create a stalk through the night after night, stalking the sleepless night, climbing the hill, the sun on my back, collecting the thoughts, picking up words, wind whimpers on the way, exchanging them for songs, stench and saliva kept between two lips, that can’t get a grip, the next trip up, a man along the w