When you are serious about starting a new relationship out of nothing you end up living with nothing; while, meanwhile you wander through thin air feeling uselessly punked.
You thought you couldn’t possibly bring me water; bring in some tea, coffee, or iced tea or coffee.
I’ve had a dream and within that dream we were referred to as; “The two girls.” Now hear me good there was Hell on earth. And on that earth, Hell was spreading thick and mean taking everything with it—non-discriminatory. It didn’t hurt; hell no, it was non-discriminatory. And so I didn’t want to get wet I skipped back and looked over my shoulder only to find a haven, but within that haven you could lay your feet safe and sound on a place where you could find nobody—else.
Ever thought about what to use for all of you sensitives who sleep & dream about the ultimate all purpose cleaner; what about baking soda, warm water, and manual scrub. What about going crazy and dash it with essential oils, lemon juice, natural soap, white vinegar, and/or what is left of your dignity.
Stranger; “I present to you Ms. Stranger.”
Me; “Wait, I thought your name was Ms. Sun G. Lasses.”
Anger management much; she’s a fine angry woman, let me tell you that.
Instagram has just took off, for a testing now, the ability to view from the viewer’s perspective how many likes a post gets; not so much of a competition of numbers now, eh. Let’s see the real matter matters—your motherfucking content.