Asked by lionfeatures
Miss you too. Smile, it lasts longer than a frown and by the beard of Moses does it make your eyes sparkle…
You…. ?
I have an addiction [ D I T S C H P I Z Z A ].
A threatening one for my other addiction [ T H E G Y M ].
If life was fair, Ditsch pizzas would have 10 calories, zero fat, and be covered in rainbows and tears of joy.
In that moment, time slowed down to a mere whispering flutter.
I saw her soul, and it was beautiful.
Earlier this week, I swallowed my own heart beat and soul when I ran over a squirrel. I would have been in deep shock if it wasn’t for Celine Dion and her heart will go on and on and on and on song…
… and now today. How in God’s name do I do it … A whole day of cleaning chez moi. I couldn’t stop, it was like I’d become a desperate housewife off my nut on crack and even then I’m burning the house down …
Flames. Real fucking flames! Red ones. Angry ones… and a burning dismembered pink bunny, held together by a melted silicone strand yelling ’ just bloody put me out my misery …. murderer….. ‘
Ok, so my little girl, shivering cause it’s artic o’clock, asked if I could warm her up by putting her microwave buddy into for the heating. Me being me, put it on for 10 minutes on full fucking cook a dinosaur in three minutes mode, instead of a light toasting. My word. How did it get so hot and so bloody smokey and us not notice before the flames lit up the corner of the room? Am I that determined to get my little twat of a bitey bastard puppy to give me her paw …
This is just one of those accidental murderous weeks I sometimes have ….
It shouldn’t be so apparent but it shows clearer than the sun in a cloudless sky, squinting at its brightness and total disregard for the fact that I can’t see the road ahead, it’s all blurry and I forgot my sunglasses this time, instead of my wallet …
(Source: lionfeatures)
It’s come to me sleeping sideways on a sideways sofa for me to sleep, and I keep promising my back a bed, but the lack of beating from the boom in my hollow drum prefers the echo and whistles from the log fire, so there you go …
It hurt a little. It always does. Always … and when I say a little, I guess I mean that I have resorted to thinking that there are alot of absolute jerking selfish pricks with a heart of nothing much out there. I of course know that everyone isn’t, that the majority of the time it’s us with our indecisive thoughts and endless neediness that inflicts most trauma in life… I have been shit on, yet again by another selfish ‘man’ ( and I use that term lightly ) and it’s making it even harder for the real genuine ones to prove to me that they are exactly that. For goodness sake, can’t you just be ‘normal’ for one moses’ing minute. Please.