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my problem with TX

is that there’s not a thing called a season known as WINTER- and now i have to suffer for it, not just me but other loved ones of mine as well.

i hate my allergies. they have reduced me to a crying little girl. my eyes water at the sight of everything and anything…

those damn progressive ads i hate so much w/that twit named flo- yeah flo can flo to hell!

grrr.

and now my sinuses have conspired against me- and of all the wknds to do so?! i’ve got opera tickets dammit and a date! this shit better go the way of the dinosaurs by at least saturday!

anyone got any ideas to curb if not stop my watery eyes & the swollen sinuses, aside from me gouging my sinus area out w/a mellon scooper and ripping out my eyeballs and soaking them in eye drops for allergy relief/itchy watery eyes???

and no, i am not that extreme to do such a thing however, some gruesome poems concerning allergies may surface w/in the next few days.

 

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soggy weather

my hood was up

the rain came down

i tripped on a puddle

on the way to drown

my mind was cluttered

my bones shuttered

each time i killed you

in my mind

maybe then i could unwind

doubtful

since it’s not about you,

i only wish i knew

what threw my mind in a jagged screw

i meandered on as i began to drown

only to find my thoughts had gone

to find a heart made of dawn.

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which was bring a goofy stuffed animal and take pics during black friday. i was pleasantly distracted so i guess that idea just flew out of my mind. some point in the coming week i will either do the hat or toy on the go creative project, lol.

stay tuned kids.

rain fell

on the roof

the plants and trees

screamed with fear

hoping more rain

would bless us

the coming year

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The shiny red car zipped along,
the bugs and asphalt could barely hold on.

On the right, blue waves waved hello as an ocean shore stood watch,
to the left, trees and houses were scattered about, scarcely a match.

A faint image rested ahead along the beaten road,
shacks broken and spirits caught among the nets;
shattered lobster tails littered dank and rotted planks of the piers.

The shiny red car zipped along,
they wanted to arrive to greet the first song.
But plans changed when the driver veered;
He swerved left then right, and wrestled the car
through the wasted shacks and into the nets,
fear cascaded amongst the usual suspects.

The blue waves crashed and tangled with the shiny red car.
All four inside fought to break out,
but only one managed to part the waters and
snake their way through the wreckage and the dead.
He tore through the water and forced the blue waves aside,
the rocky shore lent him its grained cold shoulder as a guide.

The next year he returned to the same beaten road between land and shore
only to find a sign that read, dead end.
Three crosses of shell, rocky shore and grained sand
jetted out to offer an extended hand.
Paralyzed with guilt, he clutched his throat and cried.
A crooked grin transformed him with each chuckle that emerged;
“they’ll never know what happened then- they got what they deserved.”

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