My lady, my ephemeral voice from the phone, first heard over wires not connected to walls or was that the acid you suggested had probably been a bad idea? “Drugs are bad, sweetie, unless you got the good shit.” My princess, my voice of reason through drunken haze, the payphone on a Friday night; the …
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As always, the 3rd is for hate
I hear you there in the dark spaces, screaming of what you would do if let out of the carefully compartmentalized corners I have placed you in. You raged loose at the world threatening that if you could not have all things beautiful than no one could, oh the hateful things I have heard you …
Fruits of the devil
Though there were always dogs on the farm when I grew up, the 1.1 lbs dustbunny was really my first dog. I had a beautiful black german shepherd for all of one week, but the rest of my housemates proved to be allergic, including my at that time, other half, whose dog it really was. …
The Monster
The fuzzy little monstrosity above is the puppeh on the second day of being in my life. The puppeh like most children came into being because my late love got me very drunk whilst watching Bolt, and when I was an emotional sobbing heap (I cry easily during Pixar and Disney crap) planted the suggestion …
Psychoterrierpy 