When your young and your memories stick together like oil and vinegar, their are role models who teach you lessons, be it they influence you without you realizing it or not. In my family honesty has been a tool of self-acceptance, the only way we can succeed is when we introduce ourselves to our weaknesses with a polite handshake. My parents I ( Read more... )

I was taught school was five days a week; and an aspiration was to be present in class. School is what feels formal, being prepared, being cordial, being neat, and alert. School motivates us to be role models, study the greats, and quote the giants, it’s a living ( Read more... )

It’s another Tuesday, and again I’m in the library. With three hours to spend till my next class, and all I wish I could be doing right now, is to be succumbed in a bath of scalding water that tingles the coldness of my skin. I want to be relaxing; I want to be enjoying the filthy mood melting from my body, and my cat gracefully tipping over the ( Read more... )

I should have planned my school schedule better, my next class is not till six o’ clock, I was finished with my last one at two’ thirty, plenty of time to be drowning in my regrets over a basket of French Fries, and sloppy ketchup. I have this thought that if you feel guilty for acting out in your true character washed out on eight cosmos, when you ( Read more... )

My experiences that seem most gratifying to share are the experiences that were the foundations for my fears. When I was still impressionable and had the adoring love of my grandparents, and peanut butter on equal sized cuts of celery seemed nice, I was in San Diego visiting my Grandma Linda and Grandpa Howard, with the summer vacation being the ( Read more... )

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Tonight was a humid night, I felt like I had the fever as my cheeks rushed with warmth turning on my mind like a stove burner, my cheeks usually only get that hot when I take a shower in the late afternoon. And the light cotton skirt I was wearing was wrinkling against my thighs from sitting through a play called the Burning Patience, could ( Read more... )

I don’t know if I should go today, and stand waiting till they put him to sleep; I don’t want to wait for someone’s life to be hushed away. The reason is to be there for my sister, to whole her unstable body, as she looses control of her will and cries, I would feel the same. My sister slept with him last night in the back room by the old rocking ( Read more... )

My famous friend from Rose City, gave me her Autograph!


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It’s sad to say, but our house will soon be missing a dog. The family pet Taz has Cancer, he’s not expected to live that long according to diagnosis. I don’t know how to feel, to know that a person or animal is going to loose its life, is an uneasy feeling. It stirs inside you like an approaching dead end; you see the poor thing becoming worn with ( Read more... )