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It is those crazy chipmunks ruining my day. They squeech and squealch and fluff their feathery tales. I have a puffy tail. And who told my landlord he could evict my nextdoor neighbors? They have been burrowing a place of their own for 10 days!!! I woke up early yesterday morning and ate some red berries. I was wired and scootered to Jimmy’s coven. Bastards suckling on my tax dollars, they wouldn’t know a pseudo contingency from a an irrational purchase at WalMart.
And from the skum who drown in vain
“Duck n Run, avoid the cane!”
Protest the mindless,
Imbibe the best.
The Sucklers always fein interest.
I have been trying to figure out a way to get what I want, when I want it. And who I want it from when I want him but I can’t. I cannot figure it out. I’m trying to skate out of any responsibility I have to humanity, as it stands, let alone him, for I am a selfish bitch. I do no right–I just write–cause it seems all wrong: But I got a sip of whiskey.
I’m just wanting to be like this for a little while, as a break. A break for sanity.
Anyway, I’m running low on whiskey but I don’t care because I’m thinking of running away. I need to chill on drinking anyway, so it can taste good when I do get it.
I hate that fucker who stalks me. Ooh, I know what–next time he fucks up my good time, I’ll invite him over for sex. He’ll buckand run for sure.
If he calls my bluff, I’m fucked literally and figuratively. Hope he doesn’t call my bluff. I just do like the sneaky little nasty things I do, without anyone knowing. It’s so sweet and sticky that way. And I was getting good at it too for like a day. Then either someone told or Stalker checked his list of bitches to terrorize and I was up for a good bashing.
Whatever.
I got a sip of whiskey and some friends to call; Some sushi to make, some noodles to fry in sesame oil; A kitchen to burn down and a floor to fall on, as I got a sip of whiskey.
I have had two sips on a one-drink minimum.
(Teacher, teacher please don’t grade this because it’s for extra credit.)
“Images” by Tyrone Green
Dark and lonely on a summer night.
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking. Do he bite?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Slip in his window. Break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason. What the heck?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L my land lord.
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