My heart jumps; realizations commence afterwards that it may be for nothing. But it is for something. Little comforts. Big lies. Half-assed truths. Huge egos begging for inflation. I’ll deflate. As I sit in the grass at a Dirty Heads and 311 concert, many things whirl in my head. Good things mostly. Like the fact […]
In a delirium I sit, feet in lukewarm water. The same little oriental lady that has been doing our triennial pedicures for a decade clips my ever-mangled toes. She’s not talking as much shit. Theres no feisty Vietnamese ( or Korean?) conversations to eavesdrop on this time. No discomfort from wondering if I should feel […]
Days remain of a man. Dull sobs echo from a woman. Whispering palms beckon her name, as if to carry her thoughts to him. Dancing fairies flutter upon the woman’s shoulders; some with crowns, others with thorns that prick at a flick. Buzzing like horseflies, they won’t leave. And they’re arguing. She said she would. […]
I can tell when people are lying. Like all those times I was told, “I love you.” Or all those times insert-names-here said some shit like, “I care about you…” “I’m a phone call away if you ever think about using again.” “You don’t deserve blank.” Yeah. All lies. I’ll just write them all down […]
At least I enjoyed reading the Bernstein Bears….
I don’t even know where to begin. Every day the desire to write out these dark thoughts grows wilder. But the will to explain them extinguishes once my brain’s creative tongue gets twisted and crunchy. The last bait I left dangling told of losing my job. I got railed for it. That’s fine. I deserve […]
I’ve had so much to write lately on fucked up, recent happenings. So much I wanted to let out, to scream across the vacant air of the internet… “I’ve been done wrong.” But then I really was done wrong. So here I am. Revisiting those major depressive tendencies. Thinking drugs may save me. They just […]
Dripping sweat and heavy breaths. Doggystyle in the shower. Orgasm by abdominal to clitoral simulation: witchcraft. But he wasn’t yet stone. Bright eyes of curiosity he’d lay upon my prancing lips. Initial fascination; it was the steel. I was the magnet. His cock was a fridge. Plundering freefall: his plump pout curves upward “I love […]
You ever wonder how a meth whore comes into existence?
Because they aren’t born. They’re made; created.
This is just one recipe! You can create your own recipe by your own tweaks!
I found Zsa Zsa’s number. My old plug. I texted her. Hoping I’d get a “wrong number” response. I didn’t. All I’ve been thinking about all day is all the shit I need to do, and how I have 0 energy to do it. How much I hate myself. How alone I made myself. And […]
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 