Saturday, February 5, 2011

Bastard Baby In A Basket

To sleep and not set the alarm. To look in the mirror and not feel fat. To have some positive energy from good friends. Faith, hope, encouragement. I feel drained and afraid. I'm terrified. I can't shake it any longer. I'm an emotional statue. I'm stuck in place. I may look like art, but I'm trapped. I want this fat bitch off my back. GET OFF you Fat Fuck! Get out! She can't even walk she's so fat, let a lone walk out of my life. I wish I could trick her into getting down for a spread then kick her down a hill and watch all my problems roll faster and faster away. To see her giggle and wiggle so fast she pops. But she's stubborn,fat, and God damn heavy at that.

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