Thank you for indulging me… I enjoyed that.
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Thank you for indulging me… I enjoyed that.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Mocking Bird Down 
I enjoyed it too, thanks.
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It wont let me reblog. Is that a serting?
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… A setting
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If I were alone at the top of a hill and had elbow room to shout, I would shout profanities at the imagined supernatural presence that the fscked part of my brain says is out to get me.
Actually, I don’t need a hill – I do that regularly when I’m alone. Sad but true 😦
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I don’t think that is sad at all. I think its healthier than keeping it all inside. Fucked or not – its a part of how you release.
I generally shout AT people…. strangers. Thats a bit crazier, right?
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You’re right about it being better than bottling it up – that’s how people go postal. Before I started my new pills, I nearly lost my job several times because I took out my frustrations on my colleagues – shouting, swearing, and even waiting outside the factory gate for one individual. My boss has saved my butt more times than I care to count.
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My mother owns the company I work for. It may be my only saving grace…
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