Part One Part Two Part Three J looked up just as S was elbowing the bothersome bearded man with the cowboy hat square in the mouth. He shot backwards clutching his face and went the color of a tomato. S had climbed awkwardly off her bar stool, simultaneously picking up her peanut butter milkshake. … More Three Down, Three to Go
I wrapped her, in red ribbon. I breathed against her skin, and heard her thoughts crashing against the inside of my skull, like bones clicking when stretched too far. She ached. Though I didn’t know why. Nor could I ask. Not yet. Her eyes changed colour with each mechanical snap of the lens. A flash … More She Bled Red Wine
You can sleep naked. I don’t mind. Like, at all. Naked. Yeah 🙂
If I lick your face will you dress up as a viking princess?? Please… *grin*
Therein lies the key, to what ties you and me, It came on the needed day, So neither two would fray; under the weight of the dark in these the corners so stark. My sister, my friend, my Love. A blessing from the gods above, We are now bound at the hearts, and Hell can … More The Key, and the Binding
When I started this blog, my motives were to purge. In my immediate reality I am told I have the gift of telling stories, and making people laugh in my animated way. At the same time, because of just how much trauma I have been through – it was hard to combine the humour and … More Gratitude, for strangers.
Found a few clips of my and my girl J… This was me trying to run over a neighbor. J installed a hidden cam in the car to see my reaction when I figured out that she had disabled my engine… and applied super glue to the steering wheel.
There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain
There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk
Imagine, if you will, my skin sewn to yours. Stitched with no real surgical skill. Lumpy and uneven, but held together well. Bruised and swollen, but held. Imagine if you will, two minds merged in the fire of a kiln, each shaped by different hands, white skeletal master pieces connected by heat, fire, life and … More J and S. Stands for Just Sayin’