Tuesday, January 4, 2011

year 2011

one year i decided to think my mother is dead, it is good advice for some one who survivor-or abuse from a hyper sexual bi polar manic nut job.   how else can you feel safe?  especially when you confront people with question and there is no answer or refusal.  sowing i go on, i am grown woman and i am afraid of my mother who is a frail broken down woman with always the ailing health.  which makes me realize my fear of doctors and drugs even if i am alcoholic, addict and adulterer.  i am going with my truly happiness which is  a massage of the world with lack of oxygen for my brain.  entertainment and war, that is the score.   last year i learned that if your mama aint nice to you- you dont have be nice back.
now this...  

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