merry muck

happy birthday everyone! have a happy happy - photo of me to wish wishes and such and time away from creeps & creep-a-zoids! w/love-hope all is well & peaceful in the world - love to all the new and old friends I've made this year-happy artful pursuits-enjoy your football- read your p's & Q's & mind your books - oh wait,....don't be spastic or annoying-be a cheapskate-love all & covert to what I like-it'll be better for you in the end,..oh & Shoes! ha

& one more quick thing here (an edit)
I found the following rant in the notes section of my phone-totally forgotten. (copied & pasted) sometimes on a sunday night I'll have trouble sleeping-& will subsequently

wake with words

In a haze of retribution, i must have tipi-typed these hateful words in anticipation of the work week that lay in abominate servitude at my feet. was i at all coherent of my venomous thoughts? who's bile did I have in mind whilst inspired? what poisoness substance thus peirced my heart to arouse such spite? only you hold the key to unlock the answers of my muck. decide for yourself.


Your sound is like a festering,
brooding sick
It gurgles in my stomach,
waiting to expel itself
from acidic innerds
Yes, these are twisted words
Your lipstick smears cold red
Your thoughts
are like a low murmur
eminating from a dark cave
Your solice haunts you
I have this incredible pain ,
in my wrist
I can't sleep
I can only lament
your existence,
not in the world,
but in me
I tone you out
When you say nasty things
I float above you
& your acid
& your ooze
& hope for the day
I can vomit you away
Send you back
From whence you came
& get things back
the way they were
To normal
to Rid myself
of this pain
In my wrist
slash

(there ya have it everyone-merry muck!!)
tis the season, right?