I’ve been thinking…
Thinking about all the time that has passed… Isn’t it crazy how much time has passed and gone?
I miss how things use to be, but i cant say that i wish it was the same. Everything has changed, and i like it this way better.
It’s like going through a dark tunnel to somewhere you dont even know all too well. You cant see and you dont really know what to expect either. I’m scared about the life ahead… Im afraid i’m going to fail and fall… I dont know maybe its normal. Im hoping the future ahead of me is bright and beautiful just how i imagine it. Oh how happy id be if it ends up that way…
This week is spring break. & my sisters and in are spending the week with my dad… I just dont know… So much time has been lost… And he’s hurting. I’ve never felt someones pain more than today /: my little sister meg just got out of the shower and she was brushing her long repunzel like hair… My dad watched her… I can only imagine what he was thinking in his head… Poor dad he’s a person too and he has feelings… Its been nearly 4 years… And him not being able to watch us grow must hurt soo much…
IT’S ALL GOOD
the cunts
the bitches
the psycho that twitches
the dying
denying
the ravaged and savaged
the living
the dead
the starving
the fed
the fat guy in limbo
the mutated bimbo
the pervert
the addict
the wasted
pathetic
the ego driven maniac
the teleported brainiac
the assholes
the dicks
the thugs
and the hicks
the beaten down punk
confused, lonely drunk
the gang kids
drug dealers
the fighters
the squealers
crazy boy
crazy chick
unheard
lonely and sick
the hateful
the lover
the man-hatin’ mother
the faggot, the dyke
white guy with the mic
the restless
the fakers
bums and money makers
the strippers
the creeps
the crippled
the freaks
the normal delusional everyday lady
the business man, self hating, shapeless and shady
the liar
the cheat
soldiers beggin’ defeat
the self absorbed Hollywood actor as self
the insecure actress
faceless frame on a shelf
the hipsters
the smart ass
the yuppies
and hard ass
the vegans
the naturalists
tantric pseudo taoist
the skank
and the therapist
gun slingers
terrorist
the pope
and the slave
the coward
the brave
the restless
the tweaked
the aware
and the freaked
the anxious
the terrified
depressed
and objectified
all in one sack of shit
fighting over trash
hoping not to end up
with an ass itch and a rash.

“Dancin’ in the Rain” by Shel Silverstein
So what if it drizzles
And dribbled and drips?
I’ll splash in the garden,
I’ll dance on the roof.
Let it rain on my skin,
It can’t get in—
I’m waterproof.










