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So Rum’s a pirate’s drink!?

She picked up her mug and headbanged to the delighted tune of Irish rock.

 ”She’s quite the feisty one.”

Spin, Twirl, Curl!?

She raised her glass, and poured till the bottom hit the floor.

“Must be her childhood at fault.”

Who says rules need be followed!?

She felt her feet hop and her heart stop, like key to a lock.

“Wonder if she ever puts the book down to breathe.”

Inconsistency can scream infancy!?

She wore her boots tight, and her ankles light.

“You think she’s gonna fight?”

Can nation scream rebellion against heavenly skys!?

She spoke little, but her eyes bewildered.

“I suppose she could be right.”

The rabbit is timely!?

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bowl.

Monday

- I have a few people on my list, whom with each status, make me wonder more and more why I’m their friend to begin with.

- Drama in my life is like puddles on the sidewalk, sometimes I can jump over them, and sometimes I sink ankle deep in them unintending.

- If I’m ever homeless, I’d like to at least be able to pull of the homeless look. I love hobo bags?

- Food in america is found in boxes, so are dead people. Connection?

- If I ask another question will this piece seem questionable? Do I care?

- I want a purple coat. I want it to hang in my closet, because considering Arizona weather, I surely will not be able to wear it.

- If my library card history, was my credit history, I would never get a loan from any bank.

- The show the Real Housewives makes me regret calling myself a woman. So does saying I’m from Scottsdale. Both are beautifully intertwined.

- Socks are nice, but only when they’re white. Which in my case, is usually rare.

- When I started typing this my nails were clear, now they’re bright red. Im such a whore for the color red.

- I enjoy the Bravo channel, when I feel like I lack a brain and personality of course.

- I’m going to go into the kitchen now, where a woman belongs. Yes, I just said that.

- Till next time, my sweet pink pebble lovers.

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smug.

Friday

- You’ve got a bit of ignorance on your lip. Here, take the life napkin, perhaps it can wipe it off.

- What exactly is attractive in a man wearing socks up to his knees and pants that also happen to reach the same length?
Are they trying to be idiots?
They’re doing a good job.

- So I keep seeing: “If I could rearrange the keyboard, I would put U and I together.”
If it were me, I would suggest a backspace and an ALT+F4 for those who think that is clever.

- I like laying on carpet, its almost as enjoyable as the occasional nail bed.

- Children are kind of like construction, they’re fine until the noise starts getting to be a bit much.

- I have all my academic awards taped on my wall.
Strictly adjacent to those are pictures of Marilyn Monroe, Anne Boleyn, and Corrine Griffith.
Does anyone see a sense of extreme irony in that other than me?

- I like rocks. They’re the only thing on my desk that don’t need dusting. Its quite convenient.

- Lately, I’ve been writing as often as I feed my fish. Once a week.
I should do that more. Writing, that is.
The fish should be fine.

- I read an article about feminists the other day. Apparently, I can’t be one because I actually enjoy cleaning.

- I saw a really beautiful girl the other day, but then she turned around and I saw her face.

- Drive-through workers should be provided the occasional alcoholic drink.
Maybe they would be much more friendly that way.

- Every time the air condition goes on, I feel the bank accounts being drained.

- I want to have my coffee tomorrow at zero G and the skys to rain spider monkeys.
Nothing too extravagant.

- Till next time, my sweet little gum drops.

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kindred spirit.

In serene fields of thought we find ourselves.

The beat to our souls, a slow melody, collected yet endless.

The wind caught her smile as she ran towards the garden.

Spirit lights the night sky.

 The stars, our bodies.

The universe, our souls.

Go.

You will find your place, the leaves will swing and the hearts will swing.

Our lives in this world, shortened.

But the depths, everlasting.

The love of a father, the prescence of a soul mate, a child born from the womb.

Forever embedded do these memories remain.

Fossils of existence, of drive.

Of want.

Desire to live, a beauty untouched.

Poets will cry, and painters will try, but the spirit is uncontained.

The garden was green, and her heart serene.

The beat of her soul, a soothing melody, collected yet endless.

The wind caught her smile as she ran towards the garden.

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