Image By: Sandra Saxon Burnsed
It’s nine o’clock in the morning and the sun is shining brightly outside my window. Last night was a restless night of crazy dreams and soiled clothes as my digestive tract worked overtime to get me to pay attention… Wish granted. On this Night of the Dead, I was certainly purging the demons from my body. So now I sit here exhausted and a bit angered by the lack of control. But as I work to overpower the faults I have accumulated, still there are days when my best just isn’t good enough.
Apparently we are in the middle of moving to a place where we have a verbal agreement to but no solid contract. If I can find time to stay out of the throne room I’ll work on the lease application. This will be the nicest place we’ve ever lived with a furnished kitchen, two bathrooms, and no yard to maintain. Of course it’s way out of our price range, but the places they stick poor degenerates like me are all filled up. So you take what you can get if only for a while, so we can see how the other half of the “working poor” live.
I apologize for the sheer depressing tone for which I write. But a learned a long time ago there ain’t no point in dressing up a pig… just let them waller. So for now I’ll simple “waller” in my own self-pity, till I get a belly full of myself and do something about it. You see the way I was raised in the now ancient 1960’s and ‘70’s, you took your licks, got up, and more times than not took some more. I was a pathetic sight back when I was a kid. I was clumsy, fat, four-eyed, never having the cool clothes or shoes. By the time I could buy my own “cool clothes” it was too late…a legend had been born. But after decades of lying to myself and others, I am who I am. So take what I say for what it’s worth, exercise your own demons and live your true.
Apparently we are in the middle of moving to a place where we have a verbal agreement to but no solid contract. If I can find time to stay out of the throne room I’ll work on the lease application. This will be the nicest place we’ve ever lived with a furnished kitchen, two bathrooms, and no yard to maintain. Of course it’s way out of our price range, but the places they stick poor degenerates like me are all filled up. So you take what you can get if only for a while, so we can see how the other half of the “working poor” live.
I apologize for the sheer depressing tone for which I write. But a learned a long time ago there ain’t no point in dressing up a pig… just let them waller. So for now I’ll simple “waller” in my own self-pity, till I get a belly full of myself and do something about it. You see the way I was raised in the now ancient 1960’s and ‘70’s, you took your licks, got up, and more times than not took some more. I was a pathetic sight back when I was a kid. I was clumsy, fat, four-eyed, never having the cool clothes or shoes. By the time I could buy my own “cool clothes” it was too late…a legend had been born. But after decades of lying to myself and others, I am who I am. So take what I say for what it’s worth, exercise your own demons and live your true.
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