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  • Mythomania

    The astrology lady kept saying "Water Barrier" instead of "Water Bearer" when she gave my reading. Dam!   "Make no concessions," she warned. "Just eat them."   Our dark side defines us? The light shines so we can exchange pleasantries with our fellow shades? What a waste of hard earned cash. Everyone flashes fake images…

  • Thursday’s Ponderous Thoughts

    Is Height-Weight Proportionate a thing anymore? I'm curious because I've been called out for my shape-size-stature (all 160 centimeters of me) in recent years. I never heard comments regarding my shape-size-stature back in the days when … well, more people were HWP. I'm not even sure I understand what Body Positivity means. I am positive…

  • Most Likely

    OKREADY   It was the fool moon. Yeah, blame it on the lunge of Libra all tangled up in my "you're terribly unhinged because you've long neglected your needs" business.   butreallyiblameitonthefactyousaidCRAZYPEOPLE whilewewereinthemiddleofaperfectlypleasantconvo   I'm too old to let anything twist my knickers, or use a word like trigger unless I'm talking about an equine…

  • Courtly Love

    Gary's less stressed these days. The lights he used to see when he closed his eyes now follow him around like fireflies. Those firefly-like lights create a shimmery rooster tail in Gary's wake as he makes his way through the Food Court. Even the tinkling ring of cat bells, once confined solely to Gary's auris…

  • Courting Disaster

    Another bitch looking at me. This one's brown. GO THE FUCK BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM. Where did she get $$$ for that computer? Stole it — bought it with $$$ dealing drugs — sucking dick. That welfare cunt is looking at me again. Maybe she likes my coat. What the fuck??? She's looking at…

  • A Court Appointment

    Chéri, listen up. You've always done a good job with that. Scoot a little closer. That's it. Well, I had the dream again. Zoë's head has much to say. I don't need to tell you how much. You know … you know? The world! The monsters! You. You with your straight spine and head harder…

  • Holding Court

    Leesa frequented the Food Court every day. The mission at hand was to record the stories of the people she saw, like the middle aged lady who talked to an empty chair. Leesa also observed the teenage boy who wore an Eisernes Kreuz on his tattered camo jacket, his head bent, surrounded by multiple black…

  • A Lovely Disruption

    I'm supposed to be moving day-to-day command center operations from the head to the heart, or so sayeth 2017. Never been much good with plumbing the murky depths of Feelings and Emotions. Too many bends in the pipe. Reckon emotivity is good for something, but what an awful sticky thing. Way easier to let that…

  • I Can’t Explain

    And like o.k.: There's this particular writer whose work I've read and enjoyed and whom I find interesting and irritating all in one big, messy mouthful of come-one-come-all (talkin' bout chyoo JD). Yeah so, brutha man goes on about fat folks in his stories and he himself is pretty thin (cute, though – I'm shallow,…

  • Offer

    I'll offer to entertain. Maybe slake a thirst you didn't know you had. Come sit beside me and let's repeat all those first time feelings they say can never flow through us again. If we're going to chase down a dream, Hope says the impossible is as good a goal as any.