I'm so proud—SEVEN YEARS SOBER! 💋

Sickly Sticken and blunted at the helm of Hamburger Helper for dinner (din-din) and ding when the Church in the ringeth of the bell, and The Holy Biblical at upon a so-said “Elf on the Shelf” seeking shelter like Helen Keller—sweltered on the Weather—with its own Channel apropos a tea-time television settled, and the Wild Westerners but Celebrating Easter, that the yeast, for more, what you have hidden away—fixed on another day of Monistat or sum shit—this my rift and a six-shooter—“Take out the negroe looter!”—benches in the park but littered, come hither critter called up on the phone, come here for a $BONE and snack “Sauced Splitters” the gulpers... the spitters... *gumbo* a Rifle sounds The Bible when what to think, get aside that last-long lonely drunky drink, POUR IT DOWN THE *TOILET* with a hiccup-hiccup, wifey a C-cup size surprise for show, at sundown with a catty Clown with a hint of a frown, what over “SPILT MILK” in conjugated conjunction of a new Mom’s boobs—both of them, with twins—I see you!

Abbie Vie who?

Valedictorian engulfed with the huff and exhale of snorting model-glue, oh boo! who knees you? and down there where you belong, fallen down front steps, easy-peasy please rescue me of such hurting injuries, my left leg, my back, and be what BRAIN, it needs no refrain, but not yet awaiting a Grave... of circumstances, the ladies do their dances, subsiding South on THE POLE!

Polo Blue, found at Filene’s, sniff the whiff of who, I am me dancing like a fairy, the pretty scent of a pussies’ posies petals, jammed on the gas—of out the 4SS—my last lass of the worker’s week, little black dress looking fine and sweaty, so needy, come feed me more lobster tails as I come thick or thin, thick or thin, the sight being within and unto my sin, your sin, I’m sick of the kind face folly of what follicles fed Fancy Feast eggs and embroy’s YO! your nose, picked and in working order—we’ve got a cocaine snorter on the primacies—his name is Peter M. and he’s one of my “Averte” enemies, who he always yells and screams, that depleted and deleted himself, so much drugging—look at him and wonder—what’s left but a skeletal male of him a crack-head, and his meth... Meh Meh Meh, he didn’t pass the “Friendship Test” then punching me—I called the cops on him one time, and I called the cops on the old chef Ernie... one time “Only...”

NINE INCH NAILS “ONLY” — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwvLlEtxX3o