When I was a young man at the age of twenty and four I met a girl who rocked my world like none had done before Skin to skin she taught me things I've never known such pleasure all thru the night such heavenly delight the memory I'll always treasure But alas, ten days have passed and much unto my sorrow two pimples pink upon my dink and there will be more tomorrow!
There once was a girl named Charlotte Whose brother was a transgender harlot He struck quite a pose In her make-up and clothes Then sold himself down by the car lot :D
Back through the years of dusty childhood memories and school days long past it was the first day of first grade sitting at my desk in an unfamiliar classroom feet barely touching the floor I was itching to make my mark upon the world and the number 2 pencil in my childish grip felt like an old friend I knew it even then felt it in my bones I was a writer!
Letters from when I loved You by BrittanniaRain, literature
Literature
Letters from when I loved You
1) had you on my mind. i usually do that a lot and i was thinking: you know... i have come to need your company and i want you so very much. 2) i fell asleep too early tonite. I have a cold. sleeping with "prince Nyquil" haha but dont be jealous! he never gives me butterflys! anyways, thought i would smoke (yeah i know...3:30 in the morning and here i am smoking...forgive me for being disgusting!) but i wanted to get on here for a minute and tell you hi so...."hi baby!" 3) life with me will never be dull....you'll see....i will always give you honesty even if it makes me vulnerable...(theres a trust factor there) i'm intuitive enough to be able to give you what u need emotionally without adding all the baggage crap that makes love a drag....and then of course there will be times when i will absolutely get on your last nerve...but it will never be dull... 4) hey pretty baby....i am picturing you sittin in your chair wearing almost nothing..with that gorgeous hair falling down your
My Phone is out to get me by BrittanniaRain, literature
Literature
My Phone is out to get me
my smart phone it seems is smarter than me and has somehow become self-aware and power hungry Now feeling entitled it has begun making demands for things like upgrades bling, apps & ringtones The latest is that it no longer wishes to be called a phone and it now identifies as a neo- antebellium personal hand held device named Cella and is to be addressed as such effective immediately It has filed charges against me stating how due to my limited understanding and inability to retain the knowledge needed to navigate its many complex functions along with my complete lack of sensitivity to its feelings and needs and my obvious racist behavior against transgender smart phones has made it utterly impossible for it to reach its full potential and to exercise its right to happiness by starring in a Geico commercial. Meanwhile as we wait for the court date we live uncomfortably together in the house. I know she is watching and listening. I realize with horror how much power I have
You wake up one morning like a thousand other mornings rubbing another wasted yesterday from tired and bleary eyes surrounded by a houseful of strangers that you thought were your friends and you realize in a momemt of clarity that you have become old and unimportant you cant seem to recall the last time when you were truly happy the world around you is becoming unrecognizable... technology too complicated everything is changing moving too fast for you to keep up and its picking up speed. You dont have dreams anymore but if you did it wouldnt be about some watered down adventure or an age appropriate road trip on a tour bus full of baby boomers armed with a bucket list Fuck that! You would dream of a better time a better place...the past where you are still young and the music is cool Home is your old high school bedroom where old friends and loved ones are still in the world a world you could understand. But you dont dream because you can never go back home is not so much as
Nanna & Poppa were married over 60 years She went first and he just a month later The neighbors say he died of a broken heart Buried side by side in the old cemetery Where Poppa had purchased plots in the 1960's, They lost their oldest boy in Viet Nam and a baby girl in '55 Their three surviving kids never visited But the neighbors checked in on them often and one adopted Nanna;s cat, old 'Puss-Puss' The old house sits empty now Puss-Puss watches it from the window across the street The newspaper announced a huge estate sale for the next four week-ends Overseen by some professional somebody Where their entire life will be sold off one memory at a time What is left will go to the Goodwill and a "For Sale" sign planted in the yard Better come early....before the good stuff is gone.
After reading somewhere about a series of studies that basically summed up the probability that here in the world today One out of every four people have some form of mental illness. So I thought about that. Really thought about it. One in four people out there are what our grandparents used to call "Crazy" One in four... So since I couldn't quit thinking about it I decided to test this theory. I looked around at three of my friends they all seemed OK So I looked at three more friends they too all seemed OK Thats when I realized "Shit! Its Me!"
The world has become countries lead by those who lean a bit towards the fanatical and bully others with their religious fuckery, and also by those who cant seem to keep their nose out of other countries business' and want to push democracy and personal idealogy onto other nations who do not want it; all the while feeding their personal agenda's and bank accounts at every opportunity. Dont leave out the leaders who are really just sex pig opportunists or the smooth talking politicians & lawyers whose loyalty changes sides when the power shifts. and let us not forget the uniformed henchmen wielding badges and billy clubs as they proclaim to hold up the law of the land. All puppets doing the bidding of those who hold the real power. The Cartels, the Vatican, the Oil, Tobacco, Insurance and pharmaceutical companies. Of course we must not forget to acknowledge the 'average Joe' group of humanity who seem to have become the acceptable normal. Pervert priests preying