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A load of laundry. Strap on in suds and coffee cup. Belgian chocolates. Did I mention the Seahawks lost?! Cuban black bean in a tortilla. Snizzle. I pray to he(e). I’m fucking hilarious. No shit Sherlock. The hero is not me. Tapioca is overrated. Bohemian Rhapsody. We had to get some Bowie. Bring it. I ain’t no —- gurl. Best burrito ever. Farts justified. Where the fuck is the charger?! Ah. Good night. Mr. Littlehands, don’t mind me. Stoner like a kite. Ha. Cheese please. Damn diet plan. Unicorn nite light. “What’s with the rock? I like it neat”. Sans the cube. Petrified. The cat watched my threesome. Please pass the salt. Ate enough beans to please. Oops, I forgot about the bread loaf. Jesus, Morrissey forgive Marr. She wants revenge. Almost choked on the biscuit.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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