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Yes, I am quite sure this blog, will come back to haunt me when I am famous and everyone all across the world are reading every word I have ever written as if it is sweet nectar from the gods.

But I have had it.

When I am being told that when I was your age I was just quiet and did what I was told, something snaps.


Guess what mommy dearest?

This is not 1950

I drink

I have tattoos and plan to get more

I don’t care what you think

I feel sorry for you

I drink coffee and tea (take that mormon jesus)

I married your daughter and I would do it again everyday

Your cruel words and actions only hurt you

The world does not revolve around you

Yes, I did unfriend you on facebook

I swear because its fun

No I will never let you…

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“Stone Is Not Stone” by Carson McCullers–

There was a time when stone was stone
And a face on the street was a finished face.
Between the Thing, myself and God alone
There was an instant symmetry.
Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted:

Stone is not stone
And faces like the fractioned characters in dreams are incomplete
Until in the child’s inchoate face
I recognize your exiled eyes.
The soldier climbs the glaring stair leaving your shadow.
Tonight, this torn room sleeps
Beneath the starlight bent by you.

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