so,,la di and dah hasn't had time for me much and when he does he's CURT and 'don't touch that' and here I am baby..(oh no baby in there either) but I accept this because I understand how it goes he's 'fission' a lot of the time and we DO know what that means so he'll hear that and know I wear a wedding ring now and have since June...so anyway why complain (a post from my mom about that as well...clears throat and thinks about what I use tobacco for...just a list of litanies about how life could be better, but it's great anyway because you can always NOT be there when someone isn't your big friend and associate, or lover)
that's the great part of my life, that I always am safe in any situation because I talk straight from my soul and don't try to cope with what I cannot change about anyone else..
so there was this guy in high school...his name was Mike Blazer and boy was he HOT..you talk about your male god..this was him...but then, as far as I could see, good 'ol Mike Blazer was a looker and all that
but what he wasn't was much of a brain...he might even have been conceited as far as that goes, what I saw in him was kind of like - probably - a sex object, a person that we gals could wet our pants over..wish fervently that he'd dig on me, but yeah, why would he, dorky little freak that I was then ( and now, no doubt, becauseI'm worse than Stevie Wonder blind when it comes to my own attractiveness) and other than personal hygiene which is for me pluck the eyebrows shave the pits douche the pussy shave the legs...eat salal berries, kegel.. run, walk swim eat healthy and above all don't get STRESSED..and by the way, I hate the word Pussy...it just kind of feels like it means run out and kick any available cat hard...why? because it refers to female genitalia and for some of us, we've been like cauterized in our cervix so the vagina doesn't know it's connected to the big world outside the internal function of that muscle...and as far as clitoris, hmmm, that hangs out like the dog's weinie and never gets any play at least in this round..so it's all good because his seems to get smaller and less important as time goes by, I mean, really? that song
is that all there is? well, IS that all there is? used to be even though it was like an 'ironed' clit...it would bloom inside like so many dozens of roses..really great you gotta wonder who's stealing that now?
meanwhile, I'm going with COACH..as far as how I play it which is be true to self, enjoy time allowed/allotted, forget hearing about that I'm indian crap because we are too..maybe mine's more noble? dunno...maybe artificial environment of buildings/cars really really bugs us? maybe it's my work which is WHAT??had my sign out front of the house when I first got back to town and one caller asked if I were legit and I said 'is our society?' hehe..and I had to thank Sig for that, his little cedar continues to thrive on the front drive..that's an issue too like Sig gets in there with each encounter with the big ol bad stuff..oh god you should a seen Mike Blazer in high school when I was in 8th grade yowie..like touch the iron with a wet finger to see if it's hot enough to iron with...sizzly..and MB went with Darla Doran who was a cute as a cutton back then blonde hair black eyebrows blue eyes/little Sis had red curly hair and pippi longstocking freckles, nice people each girl in that family prettier than the next and they all married up with the men I lusted after.. so I don't suppose Darla married Mike Blazer but he was sure cute and so was she...dream couples...people you think will surely get it right but they probably don't, like I am now visiting with a local native who has the absolutely trashed up es house you ever saw and is typical of his village how it's kept like most of the time the wooks have it because LB (loverboy) is fission...make sense? does to me and so is this open ended tell all thing I got going on here this afternoon like you don't come and bother me about what I say here I just kind of call it like it is which is well...still a foldup hospital bed in the living room no tv but he said that was coming in today and he'll be back to watching bear programs again and DON"T TOUCH THAT DIAl...like he runs the sawmill in Amanda Park and his name is Pancho Leiza...well, Picasso ain't even going to touch that one is he? meanwhile have to watch transvestite child molester brutal animated corpse bitch whom I have nightmares about throw wait around in my face like you know this ain't never gonna work with this guy because he's riddled with our fares...so I have nightmares about that and confront her and say CT get the f out of my face and she don't does she...nah...and it's me doing the driving to the res not his coming to my place nor is there any intimate time at all it's just like he's dreaming and I'm providing a pillow which gives me a headache to contemplate but finally I got the cute guy I lusted after to pull my pants down and that's what he's doing, and not much more..kinda sucks but there it is and I'm a big girl...I been psychoanalyzing this up one side and down the other and well..am not falling for that if you let him screw you he'll let you hang around nonsense because it's gotta be more than that and we're working towards what it will become in a great quantuum leap that doesn't let me see him posting pictures of himself with other women on facebook...ok? I'm ok...takes a deep breath watches the mail delivery guy empty the box out front of the office...through the window...still learning the writing craft apparently but wanting to say what's in my head in a way that doesn't make me sound self patronizing and I hope this is at least accurate in that regard so big love in the indian world takes on two and respects the burpenfarter part of it with a little help from r2Dtu..who does annihilate the tobacco element whenever it raises its ugly head...his isn't..does he know that? I think he's expecting that I should know my own appearance by now but I do not...so..that's something to work on and my daughter says he has a 'mullet' haircut but it's just long really long...like mine, like anybody not in their body but aware of their genetic identity, one of the great tribe of man...from whatever tree world that we sprung, sprang..probably should write a story about it and not joke that she was walking down the beach and he was out on the water catching fish and she texted him did he want some cookies for dessert tonight because she was thinking of peanut butter...
and he said in reply that sounds yummmy, like you..
that sort of thing so I should go home and not worry I sprang the last leak in the boat, hehe
love you world/jung freud
that's the great part of my life, that I always am safe in any situation because I talk straight from my soul and don't try to cope with what I cannot change about anyone else..
so there was this guy in high school...his name was Mike Blazer and boy was he HOT..you talk about your male god..this was him...but then, as far as I could see, good 'ol Mike Blazer was a looker and all that
but what he wasn't was much of a brain...he might even have been conceited as far as that goes, what I saw in him was kind of like - probably - a sex object, a person that we gals could wet our pants over..wish fervently that he'd dig on me, but yeah, why would he, dorky little freak that I was then ( and now, no doubt, becauseI'm worse than Stevie Wonder blind when it comes to my own attractiveness) and other than personal hygiene which is for me pluck the eyebrows shave the pits douche the pussy shave the legs...eat salal berries, kegel.. run, walk swim eat healthy and above all don't get STRESSED..and by the way, I hate the word Pussy...it just kind of feels like it means run out and kick any available cat hard...why? because it refers to female genitalia and for some of us, we've been like cauterized in our cervix so the vagina doesn't know it's connected to the big world outside the internal function of that muscle...and as far as clitoris, hmmm, that hangs out like the dog's weinie and never gets any play at least in this round..so it's all good because his seems to get smaller and less important as time goes by, I mean, really? that song
is that all there is? well, IS that all there is? used to be even though it was like an 'ironed' clit...it would bloom inside like so many dozens of roses..really great you gotta wonder who's stealing that now?
meanwhile, I'm going with COACH..as far as how I play it which is be true to self, enjoy time allowed/allotted, forget hearing about that I'm indian crap because we are too..maybe mine's more noble? dunno...maybe artificial environment of buildings/cars really really bugs us? maybe it's my work which is WHAT??had my sign out front of the house when I first got back to town and one caller asked if I were legit and I said 'is our society?' hehe..and I had to thank Sig for that, his little cedar continues to thrive on the front drive..that's an issue too like Sig gets in there with each encounter with the big ol bad stuff..oh god you should a seen Mike Blazer in high school when I was in 8th grade yowie..like touch the iron with a wet finger to see if it's hot enough to iron with...sizzly..and MB went with Darla Doran who was a cute as a cutton back then blonde hair black eyebrows blue eyes/little Sis had red curly hair and pippi longstocking freckles, nice people each girl in that family prettier than the next and they all married up with the men I lusted after.. so I don't suppose Darla married Mike Blazer but he was sure cute and so was she...dream couples...people you think will surely get it right but they probably don't, like I am now visiting with a local native who has the absolutely trashed up es house you ever saw and is typical of his village how it's kept like most of the time the wooks have it because LB (loverboy) is fission...make sense? does to me and so is this open ended tell all thing I got going on here this afternoon like you don't come and bother me about what I say here I just kind of call it like it is which is well...still a foldup hospital bed in the living room no tv but he said that was coming in today and he'll be back to watching bear programs again and DON"T TOUCH THAT DIAl...like he runs the sawmill in Amanda Park and his name is Pancho Leiza...well, Picasso ain't even going to touch that one is he? meanwhile have to watch transvestite child molester brutal animated corpse bitch whom I have nightmares about throw wait around in my face like you know this ain't never gonna work with this guy because he's riddled with our fares...so I have nightmares about that and confront her and say CT get the f out of my face and she don't does she...nah...and it's me doing the driving to the res not his coming to my place nor is there any intimate time at all it's just like he's dreaming and I'm providing a pillow which gives me a headache to contemplate but finally I got the cute guy I lusted after to pull my pants down and that's what he's doing, and not much more..kinda sucks but there it is and I'm a big girl...I been psychoanalyzing this up one side and down the other and well..am not falling for that if you let him screw you he'll let you hang around nonsense because it's gotta be more than that and we're working towards what it will become in a great quantuum leap that doesn't let me see him posting pictures of himself with other women on facebook...ok? I'm ok...takes a deep breath watches the mail delivery guy empty the box out front of the office...through the window...still learning the writing craft apparently but wanting to say what's in my head in a way that doesn't make me sound self patronizing and I hope this is at least accurate in that regard so big love in the indian world takes on two and respects the burpenfarter part of it with a little help from r2Dtu..who does annihilate the tobacco element whenever it raises its ugly head...his isn't..does he know that? I think he's expecting that I should know my own appearance by now but I do not...so..that's something to work on and my daughter says he has a 'mullet' haircut but it's just long really long...like mine, like anybody not in their body but aware of their genetic identity, one of the great tribe of man...from whatever tree world that we sprung, sprang..probably should write a story about it and not joke that she was walking down the beach and he was out on the water catching fish and she texted him did he want some cookies for dessert tonight because she was thinking of peanut butter...
and he said in reply that sounds yummmy, like you..
that sort of thing so I should go home and not worry I sprang the last leak in the boat, hehe
love you world/jung freud
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