Uncut blunt

I need  / need / need ...

To unplug ..

Unplug ...

Unplug ....


Building on it ...

Working on it ....

Maybe i will call it a summer vacay ....

Its not punishment ...

Its all about me ....

All about me & my peace of mind ....


Before everything that you thought would work ...

Blows up right in your face ...


Such a waste ...

I cant fkn take it anymore ...

Im just the fool in black ...

Believing some whack ~ y ~ neSs ..

While everything is oh so fine thru the looking glass ...

Fk this man ...

Im done

Different breed

How in the world do i allow for comments on here ...

I have no clue ...

All i know how to do is post a new entry ...

Technologically unsavvy me ...

Yup ...

Different breed ..

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You know what fkn hurts ...

It just hurts ..

No matter the size of its penetration ...

It causes so much pain ...

I can barely walk without feeling its wrath ...

Pain ....

We all can relate ....

Fkn splinters ...

Probe me with needles time ...

Get this fkn splinter out ...

Ouch ...

R.E ~ writer - written 2/20/10 10:16PM

Altered state of consciousness right now as i write this.  You know when i write my hand moves, somewhere from within me creates these words that emerge (in my eyes) out of thin air. I say this cause when i write i never know what i am writing .. A lot of the times after i finish a piece of writing & i go back to re-read i never know how these words / those words / my words / how those words got there ... Baffled always and many a time scratching my own damn head ...  I mean dont get me wrong i remember writing it .. I am conscious of the fact that i am the writer, i do remember the moment(s) of my writing fevers ... But "jennifer" "Me" i do not know which "jennifer" is present during these types of processes.  I do not know her. Have we met before ? Hmmm i wonder. She is forever changing, never once remaining the same. She is
Forever on the move. Regardless of all this "mystery" everything / every part of this / its all real .. As honest and straight from my heart & soul. Its all real cause these are her words / my words / our words. Im thinking of starting a blog .. A blog on us freeky writing. I Am A writer after all , at least some sort of type of writer type person. Article writing has always intrigued me. Its an idea circulating anyway who knows what will transpire.

Writing i must feed the desire in me to be free and share my crazy little wonder world.

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If i bestowed unto you what you give to me ....

You would hate me ...

They say do unto others as you would have done to you ....

Is this true ...

Feeling blue ....

Its ok ....

One fine day when all madness is swept away ...

I may no longer give a fk ...

Upon this day ...

There would be nothing left to say ....

Cause i wont care

11:11

So yea ..

This sucks ..

Pass the buck..

Eat cereal ...

Make absolutely no sense ..

Post nonsense ...

Fk it ..

Nobody cares anyway

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Woke up like ..
Feeling like ..
Annoyed with..
Tired of ...
Same old song ...
Secrets held ...
Hearts withheld ..
This is hell ..