I attempt to find my Zen
At the bottom of a beer can
While reminding myself
That regardless of the chaos around me
I must learn to find some peace
I have searched high and low for it
Overturned furniture
Flipped mattresses
Dug holes in the yard
Tried to fuck a path to it
You elusive bitch
You are burrowed somewhere within me
I need directions to find you
Where did I put that fucking map?
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
Alternate realities, psychopathic control grid, infinity, euthanasia, pragmatism, business and the esoteric - all in one.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
A great WordPress.com site
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Let's Its Hair Down
A blog of my struggles with mental illness, social isolation and being transgender n a hostile world.
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
oh what's the point.
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
My business is generally pleasurable.
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
FOR DISCERNING READERS
🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
top knot wearin' mama to twin girls
A baking and dessert blog.
Writer, Dark Humorist, Novelist
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars
The home of Emma O'Brien
