Clear and crisp morning, my mind is wrapped with words and ideas, want to do's and have to do's in conflict. My chainsaw needs sharpening again. I want to drink hot cocoa and write, learn all the things I missed by putting my nose to the grindstone.
Breaking free of the chain of fear that held me.
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If you could see me now...la,la,la.
Green eyed woman..covered with pitch.
I could use a peeled grape, or a kumquat, and a suite at the Hilton in Rome.
Rummy with fatigue.
Steve, I live in Ferry County Washington, poorest county in this state. Most come here to hide from the law, hide from society or they've got money and think, "isn't this so quaint". I'm not hideing, all the banks know I'm here.."Can't get blood from a turnip". Talk about a knothead, I got my ax in the back from those I loved the most too.
Please, please don't call me a crackhead woman. I may have crashed and burned, but I can look anyone in the eye and say, "I took a gamble and lost, that's all". "Lab rats" is what I call druggies now, and I run the other way, although I will talk on the phone to see if there still alive...crazy huh?
I still believe goodness, honor, and trust will win in the end.
I do have to laugh at myself.
steve, she is a woman with a chainsaw and an axe. Becareful.
:)
Lilly, what can I say, never use a pea-shooter when a bazooka will do.
Then again, I'm all out of fight.
Thank you all for a couple of inspiring days.
Peace be with you all.
Susan, I enjoy reading your posts.
I think you are one tough woman.
I admire that. I am a tough woman, but I dont think I could keep up with you.
Keep posting, it's a pleasure to meet you.
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