Thursday, October 25, 2012
Horse Shit 8|
I keep getting disgusting reverberations from certain someone, of late, and I don't know why nor do I really care... I hear horseshit, deep and low.
Changes
What do you think of someone who used to think quietly in the background but now seems to control the universe?
Respect
I'm not being respected in private and keep being interrupted with clicks and maybe other stuff. I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word a few years ago who was almost 2, and bad words pop up in my head because of what others make me think and then I get in trouble.
Interruptions
keep hearing clicks at certain moments that like totally rearrange my face. Of course, other stuff must happen.
I also got the message that because I ate the spinach I have to think retardedly about my future husband not picking up our future children.
I don't wanna sit here all day and here women pee in their parents over my father.
I also got the message that because I ate the spinach I have to think retardedly about my future husband not picking up our future children.
I don't wanna sit here all day and here women pee in their parents over my father.
Ellen's Nose Etc.
Ellen had a pimple like a witch. I wrote a story about a girl whose mom was a witch, but it wasn't a big part of the story, which was very short.
Dissect Me
I feel funny. My head is tight yet hollow and falling apart, hard on the outside yet not firm. I blame Helena Bonham Carter. I got a feeling from her and lost the firmness in my head. What a self-righteous being.
Spinach
I'm feeling upset because my parents invited me to have their vegetables. I could have had the broccoli, instead.
My life is really lame.
Thanks to the reverberations of Kate Bush and Ellen DeGeneres, feeling antsy I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word.
I don't remember if it was Ellen DeGeneres echoing the likes of Kate Bush, for some reason. I think so.
I don't remember if it was Ellen DeGeneres echoing the likes of Kate Bush, for some reason. I think so.
Story
There was a woman named Ellen with 2 kids. The kids didn't know if they were her real kids, but the younger one was probably. The younger one was 13 1|2. She had small hips and was still short. The older one was named Christina, and she was big and already 26. Some of her friends were courting boys and playing in the frosty snow outside. They all gathered around in a warm room with a fireside and sang songs and ate good food. The young girl, who had always been with her mother, was laying in her bed, with dreams of Christmas.
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