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  • Sleeping Beauty

    I’d forgotten how hard blogs are. There’s a story to tell and I keep thinking it’s about Nepal. I should be writing about Nepal. I am supposed to be writing The Nepal Story, after all. So, why can I not write about Nepal? Dramatic sigh. I was once told by my mentor to trust my…

  • Birthday

    I’m dead with dying There is an eye I refuse to catch I was born with knowing I look and I listen and I discern I know You’ve caught my eye I’m not God But I know Tell me everything The bile and the filth and the worst, pour it All that will be left…

  • Just because.

    This Medicated Lady is thinking irrationally again. Irrational because. I’ve been considering a diet consisting only of those flavored ice pops especially the blue ones the ones I like the least Irrational because. No one but me looks forward to a psychotic break Irrational because. It occurred to me that I’m tired of being medicated…

  • happen

    I take a break from my guilt A night of fun with my unrequited love He’s unrequited but not really my love I need him for much bigger things Bob Seger’s voice haunts Somewhere tonight someone’s thinking back to someone who got closer   I try hard to concentrate this song is about me this…

  • Lies about Cuddling (and F***ing)

    He asks wanna cuddle Of course I do. Of course. The only problem is the STDs floating around, the serial killers lurking about, my (in)sanity, and the facts being what they are. Fact: I have never heard the sound of his voice. Fact: I asked if he had a good weekend and his reply was…

  • Irrational Thoughts about Physical Proximity

    A secret thought I would have followed through smile on my lips but alas I missed the exit again

  • Violation

    He was dangerous. A naked middle-aged man except for the leopard underwear. Not boxers, briefs, tight briefs. He was drunk and yelling and screaming at my friend, stomping around, dick flailing about. He ordered her out of the room, to talk to her mother.   So he was in the room with me. I was…

  • Come I

    Come. Die with me a little.   The lampshade was tilted at an acute angle so that the glare of humiliation was undeniable.   I talked to a Potential Suitor (PS) last night. He works with the elderly, who tell him their secrets. An elderly gentleman told him how, at night, he kept his door…

  • On Not Advocating Shit

    I’m pretty sure my shit smells worse than yours.   My friend said she didn’t want to be that girl. I told her not to worry, I had been that girl undercover for years. A few days later, I decided to try bulimia out again for shit’s sake (literally). I only tried it a couple…

  • Going

    Listen I’m tired of her I’m tired of hearing her I’m tired of seeing her   Since she’s on her way to good health or on her way to not-so-bad health   Her complaining and her refusals are symptoms of a petulant child I have no patience for   Since she’s going anyway I wish…