Submitted by Whitney Etheridge
I long for him. I’m bothered, living life on the whim and with a past so grim. You would think that I would like the pain. Really it’s a short term memory malfunction in the brain. It’s wiped and I’m literally hypnotized from the refrain inside my brain. I had better words for this. I’m on the porch and you would think I had lost interest but I’m not. Different categories, loud voices, boy noise, and a path of wordy choices set sail and into focus.
Don’t get me started as to what I miss about him. Hmm, the long list is maybe medium and possibly a little short to the brim. I sit outside with too much freedom and then slowly my mind eyes wide wisely backslide.
One day, my homie drove me from Golden Valley AZ to a little bitty town called Chloride. My mind was in disarray as I stayed in his truck and while grasping his ID in my hands, I started to notice he stole from abandoned houses dramatically. That’s when I was new. I didn’t have a clue. Indo cush is the forbidden tree and damn it helps me with writer’s therapy. Sprinkle the lead dust fairy as to sometimes I get weary. I seem to imagine this old tune “Just Lose It” from the amazing Eminem. I might be crazy but I can’t comprehend. A dreamy silhouette of words from paper to pen.
I used to be classy and if I remember correctly that Emma Stone’s name in the movie Zombieland was Tallahassee. Are you related to that girl or do you dwell in her world? Thank you for producing my own Tilt a Whirl. To think I’m still wide awake and I hope I don’t see a snake from too much tantalizing tree intake.
This is first why I thought about you and then the past other two. Chaos in my jaws as I am nodding at my flaws, pondering at the cause, and then entraps me a long breath and silently I take a pause. Now I’m trying to rhythm as I feel you up against my waist. Ahh, I gotta grind.
Back to my mind. Singing whiskey Lullaby by Braid Paisley. Those odd suicidal songs in my head lately. I need to smoke more weed, as I am not excited to read and oh boy fighting sleep, just won’t even say a peep. My head falls down. Do I read or weep?
Here’s to a nocturnal cat. If I remember correctly, four years ago I started to get fat. To all my fans out there, I love you so. I know I will not get deported because I’m from America and ladies what’s wrong with being courted?
I have anxiety from watching the science channel but also in the wintertime I love to wear flannel. I can’t keep up to hear myself think. My thoughts and opinions are called Tiddlywinks. What is this I ask? Yes, remote control alt buffer delete and please do your job to not repeat. I know I don’t want to be passive aggressive. Please baby let’s talk things out and be madly expressive. The sunshine agrees, it’s degrees, degrees into a violet purple haze of plum popsicle freeze.
