

Eat My PainThere are too many plastic jars of honey in the pink cupboard of the spider webbed kitchen. The honey sits like dried amber in a glass bottle, trapped sunlight swimming in its gold thickness.Eat My Pain
I'm sick.
Not just mind sick, though I'm that too. My hands mold themselves around one of the jars of honey; fingers tap tap tapping on the thick plastic skeleton. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Too many things are unfair in this little place we called World. I remember; if there is such a thing anymore; a day when my best friend and I splattered three million colors on a plastic tray and wrapped our fingers


Love, MommyI never understood those mothers that treat their babies like they're animals. They coo in ridiculously high voices and twirl they fingers in front of the baby's face. Isn't it simple courtesy to your baby to treat him human?Love, Mommy
I don't to him like I heard my mother talk to my sister those years ago, when I was an angry teenager with jagged hair and Mom kept wanting a new baby to have another chance. I sit him on my lap and I play with his cloudy curls and listen to him laugh and I talk to him ceaselessly, because I want him to grow up understanding his Mommy and why she cries at night and why she spits blood even when sh
Welcome to the revolution.
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"You've got to stand for something
or you'll fall for anything."
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Rules To avoid criticism
do nothing
say nothing
be nothing
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What disturbs me is not the fact that I had a three hour conversation with a refrigerator, but the fact that the refrigerator didn't even exist.
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What disturbs me is not the fact that I had a three hour conversation with a refrigerator, but the fact that the refrigerator didn't even exist.
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I was born not knowing and have had only a little time to change that here and there.
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