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[hatboxmoon]

today has offered blow after blow. i am sitting here trying to feel blessed or identify the origin of my terrible mood so i can attempt to remedy it. i'm in a funky place, thick and reletless with no identifiable doors, in or out. i need sleep desperately

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[pickleboot]

wow.

i don't see how anyone could say anything like that about you. i think you are one of the most amazing mothers i know.

[jessikate]

Oh good lord.

Fuck them, you're awesome.

jersey?

[nasal]

...you don't think i am the one trash-talking you, do you?

i haven't said one single negative thing about you, to myself or anyone else, as far back as i can remember.

don't take anyone's bullshit to heart. you know your poetry is beautiful. you know you love your son.

Re: jersey?

[hatboxmoon]

no, no, i know it isn't you, honey. never thought it for a second.

i log ip addys, and creepyfucker is in jersey.

wanna go hunting for me?

Re: jersey?

[nasal]

*gigantic sigh of relief*
that terrified me like you wouldn't believe.

i'm in town another 24 hours; if you can fish out an address, i would absolutely adore buying some expired things at a local convenience store and hurling them at his/her house.

i can't believe the killer opening of that diatribe. "you're a lesbian, but you're not a lesbian, and therefore you're bad." what the hell is that? oooh, we caught you red-handed with a crush on a booooy! clearly, you're unfit to be a human beeeing/mama/writer!

i can absolutely find someone willing to drive me to that insecure person's house if you can find an address.

[aliaspitfire]

Well, if someone doesn't like your poetry, maybe they should work on moving past their fourth grade reading level.
Because I KNOW it's good poetry.

[jaaladay]

Whomever is making you fel this way better fear the wrath of Big Mama. She's up there watching and reading your good fucking poetry.