Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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Hate You Winter

This is the time of year rife with infested lungs, booger heads, and nasty hacking coughs. And I am about to get one. Though I am going to Noni it out of my body with some wellness formula if things… Continue Reading →

my belly stings, but my mind sings

It’s funny, the fuels to my fires spit off in fifteen different directions often, cultivated and mixed up into ready pools of sweet honey kisses, topped up by hands reaching, pulling, rubbing the line of musculature, faces cradled into hands,… Continue Reading →

if you want to catch the uncatchable woman, you give her a ring

Lately I have been peace-loving and problem solving deanna. Soon it’s gonna warp into I’m going forward no one can stop me literal Hot Shit. And if you said that you were lost, what would I say? Something lame like,… Continue Reading →

bloody leaves, and sun in the trees

Klick-clock, mouth falls open, ready to drink from another cup, because the life has been clean supped out of me. Not in this morbid digression or depression downward, but when change seeks a fine place in the crook of my… Continue Reading →

Never a prizewinner, never a prize

We all love going home to our respective families at the crook of holiday elbowing time. It seems funny to me that this whole country is full of people who despise and detest their relatives, simply because they exist in… Continue Reading →

Heart aflutter and minds in the gutter

Oooh wow. Internet is back and convenient and I am still bad at calling people back and e-mailing them, too. My mind is racing and everything is too fast to write about. For now, for now.

a new year. new start. new friends.

I am on my way out of work but felt compelled to update you guys on some changes going on in my life as of late. Number one, I am no longer with J. Lots of reasons, but more or… Continue Reading →

Oh Verizon, you’re nothing but a big fat bitch

Oh goodness. I wake up today, frisky and alive to type out my transcription work, sexily assigned from the West Coast about art or some such thing, and Verizon sucked proverbial ass and finally shut my phone off. Whoops, unpaid… Continue Reading →

I know what it means to say no

So lately I have been in brainiac sweet loving mode. Not because I am convinced I am on a secure path to success, but because I am taking better steps towards those ventures these days. I realized I never tried… Continue Reading →

when that tickling gets to be too much

It’s 9:30 am and I am frisky and awake. I spent my time at his house because he wanted to wake up easier in his creakity bed. But that’s okay. It’s nice to sleep weird places every once in a… Continue Reading →

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