I was battered. Battered...but fine.
The funny thing about it is I'm not a cop hater. I think statements like "all cops are stinky and fat and dumb and stuff" flip flop from the mouths of jealous short sighted crybabies.
I get raped, I call the cops. I get robbed, I call the cops. I'm not a criminal, why should I worry abut them. They are here to help me. Sounds logical. Right?
I'm trying to attach my paypal account to my checking so I can go fill my pain away paper.
Get well gifts will be thanked with a prayer.
Amen...

What I found was God. Sucka...

All the mail in my inbox was deleted. If you wrote me in the past few days, please try once more. I'm sorry if this is causing anyone problems.

Candy canes...sunshine...lemonade...pink jellybeans...you have to start early to get this far.

The low sweetness in....

Something in the dirt that shines like your teeth shine in the bare bulb of my one room shack lays on the floor by the mattress...I know you held it in your hand like the newborn kittens we found under the porch of your mothers house that July day. Muggy. The sun gettin’ steamed just waiting for the storm to come cool it off. And we were hot too, hoping for the rain to wet our backs through our dusty shirts and turn us to mud.

I would like a friend.

At this point in the performance we hear some one knock over a table, femine screams and a glass crash to the floor. The only words that are adable are “offensive”
“deserve”. The author of this column is in the hospital until further notice. Donations can be sent via pay pal to the “Let A Racist Walk Again” fund at suicidejean@hotmail.com.

Hey! I sound like an asshole!

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Whats before me what was once behind me and what is before me was one behind me and I pray for you every night I remember to....