Dedicated to the
gangsters inksters of the writing world.
A lifetime member of sudden death writer collective.
Butter them up to increase traffic
then render them defective.
Noble people not saying what they do. It’s a performance of sorts.
It screams out – this scene has been played out far too many times.
Fucking over a person should be seen in the outdated queue.
What people do to advance their station.
I hold a person to their words – hence this unforeseen faction.
Beware of compliments paid by rubber silicone lips.
Not everyone understands that stars like Mick jagger don’t screw over those just for kicks.
I’m out of your game.
I am sharper and know your words scream dissident whore.
Sell yourself out to whoever seems to make more of a racket.
What happened to good ole fashioned honesty?
You fit well into the conglomeration Trump bracket.
Direct devices – mouthpiece – save your screams for another.
Fraudsters and clear ass wipers.
your ink will never see the light of day. Offended is the weed who loathes the fickleness of the collective of neigh
Take your numbers and deduce the ifs and the buts,
when all will recognize your true form.
The traitors to writers – don’t teach our youth this malpractice – unethical abuse
Power does not come in numbers -it comes from your convictions.
Surround yourself with rats jumping ship as soon as a comet brightens Haley’s rights.
I say raise your words. This is just what I have done.
I am not a springboard to increase you, smite tribe.
I leave you to unravel your cohorts when you have exhausted their ink and deemed them a humdrum
I am not yours to use.
*photo credit Francesca Woodman, Space2, Providence, Rhode Island, 1977, © George and Betty Woodman*
‘Always wear sunscreen’ – comes from a song.
Wisest life advice I’ve ever heard?
‘Don’t read beauty magazines they will only make you feel ugly. ‘
Quoting like I’m toting.
Screens -Scenes. Teams. Streams.
Rhyme it out until I get an inspiration to scream.
I Love screens. What to watch?
I never wore sunscreen.
I went under the artificial tan beams when I hit the isle of Blighty.
Cancer, I probably have.
The world is full of it. Boasting in its insidious arrogant fashion.
We can’t slip away from this malady.
Life is a parody.
Stage screens. Projections. People hustling and bustling about in the form of shadows.
Cue: Audio – people chattering, laughing, Christmas jingles pop out like a pack of Pringles.
‘Once you pop you can’t stop’
Stream of consciousness interrupted by my very own human Bee.
How you doing ? – A total Joey from the series ‘friends’.
Beware of enemies posing as your bros and sisters. Cut out cardboard fake, one-dimensional pranksters
Politics have got me in the corner of a boxing ring, cutting teeth on my mouthguard.
Betray my thoughts and beliefs when I mention the pantomime that is crawling underneath the flesh of America’s skin.
I don’t want to share any posts on this farce. Spread more hate and give more time to something that makes me want to spew my guts out.
Angry on behalf of all that is left of humanity.
The stupidity line is growing longer than the start of the poverty sign.
One screen dividing the people and oh wait they are all in the same queue.
Branded – I can’t stand it.
Fuck Kim K and K west and all the KKK’s and the rest of the Hollywood bandit Muppet crew in folly land with extra zest.
All lives matter. Seriously?
I’m about ready to pack my bag with the bare necessities. Head out to the jungle and live life with my true fellow earthlings.
If I could grow fur, I wouldn’t need sunscreen.
What the hell are we humans even doing here when we can’t even adapt or evolve in our natural surroundings?
Destroy, conquer, divide- it’s a woeful stuttering thought.
Soon we will be paying for the air we breathe.
“Water is not a basic human right” Just a thought from Nestle.
Stop polluting what was given to us.
Stop changing the screen to the scenery you want the commoners to see.
We are dying.
Hairdresser fed up of listening to other people moan. She applies for a job to treat people in a morgue.
Now you listen to me!
We all need to talk even if it is behind a screen – a mask.
I’d rather bleed from my eyes than cover my true feelings, opinions, and thoughts.
People can laugh. I don’t care.
Scan my soul and I will pass every scripture criteria to go to anyone of your chosen heavens.
I reflect what I see in others. We are but mirrors of another.
Despise me? Something inside me resonates with you. What are you hiding?
Drawn to me? remove the smokescreen – brave soldier-admits and refuses to deny that we all share common dreams,
feel similar emotions.
Have days when it’s all commotion after commotion.
I scream – a throwback to the bairn I never intended to wean.
Heartless – that would mean I am aimless.
I’ve had my eye on a spot. That takes more heart and commitment than spouting out hateful, denounced rhetoric.
Grief- ridden, sick chick.
She should have grabbed the knife.
She should have locked the door.
She should have put more clothes on.
She should have done the cha- cha- cha.
Would it have saved her?
Polo – life mint- raspy breath in need of sprightly death.
It’s fun to dream. It’s even better to live it.
Protection – duty to our children- the ones who love us.
I say be reckless -not with others hearts- but be a part of the movement to dine with the Ming dynasty, hovering somewhere above, a local art museum, in some loco town down in Acapulco.
The song I was on about when my thoughts were rambling.
Life is not a list to check off.
Have goals .
Don’t allow bitterness and the pursuit of wealth or the desire to look like a touched up picture of a model detract from the meaning and the true purpose of your life.
Easy to do. I do it too.
Figure out your purpose.
If you are not dead yet and have tried killing yourself many times.
You have a purpose.
Life is a gift and a curse and today and tomorrow may not ever be the same.
One moment, one word, one test result, one decision can shake your core and world from the inside out.
A Career- is doing something I love.
Money is a means to an end.
I can’t take all my material belongings with me to another world.
Stuff is just stuff.
Everything is replaceable except for a life and your health. Houses are demolished by hurricanes, weather freaks of nature every day.
Happiness is….. whatever the fuck you make it.
Make each day count. my Uncle taught me that saying.
If money is your God. Make sure you have a good deal with the money God or make sure you are that God.
Chances are you won’t permanently succeed over toppling that son of a biaatch.
Happiness -now that is a choice.
Choices are hard to make at times. We can convince ourselves we have no choice.
See this world through the eyes of a child, an elderly person or someone who is ill or someone who is grateful to have a bed to sleep on.
To the person who told me all homeless people are homeless because they are drug addicts or alcoholics.
I recall a time when said person was made homeless because they couldn’t pay their rent. No drug issues apart from an Eating disorder, diet pills and codeine and junk food and an illness and no support from anyone to help her.
I was 5 years old and I came home from school,I was told to sit on the step while I watched 2/3 men throwing our stuff out.
Literally throwing our stuff out the window.
The weekend before it was beautiful sunny day. I swam and we sat around the swimming pool. I don’t know how I knew or who told me that the landlord was going to throw us out.
I left said person to sunbathe and I decided to fight for our home.
I’ve always been a trouble maker. Some one who has the audacity to challenge people bigger than me.
I don’t shut up.
My Mother made sure I knew how to write my name and read before I was in kindergarten. She taught me how to read and write.
I wrote him a letter and posted it to him.
I asked him to not throw us out. Give us more time. We promise we will pay the rent.