I just received the most
I’m more in the game than I knew.
Zippity doo da, HEY!!!
I was in the tub shaving leggies and washing hair when I heard the dog bark and nothing else. I finished up shampooing, conditioning and heard a knock on the door. I was home alone so, wrapped in towels, I peeked out.
No cars out there. Tall guy. Couldn’t see his face. Called my son to be sure he hadn’t forgotten his key. Nope. Probably a Jehovah’s Witness.
A JEHOVAH’S WITNESS HEARD ME USING MY HERBAL ESSENCES AND KEPT KNOCKING ???
Thank you for your blurb.
Glad to hear you’re feeling fly.
Up in the sky beside you.
Not off the couch
To your disbelief
Depression so severe
I couldn’t go get a knife
or meet with the judge
but that was from organizing evidence
A thing I won’t need to do
Next time I won’t be subdued by
If there is a next tume5
as I’m not out of the woods
Count yer merry blessings
You might still drive
A woman to suicide yet!
I won’t fucking stop ya.
WHAT IN THE HELL ARE
YA FUCKING WAITING FOR?
You should know soon enough whether you”ll be charged with murder or attempted murder.
In school I would always cringe when a teacher would ask us to write about a pet peeve. I later realized that was because drama and whining are my pet peeves. Get over it cause you’ll have me whining about your dramatics. Nobody wants that. I’ve heard me whine. It’s very dramatic. Please, don’t even get me started.
Sometimes, in hindsight, people aren’t things entirely foreseen, though perhaps unforeseeable in perception with acception.
Trick her, he happily does, with visions of flapjacks and blue juice memories dancing deceptively through the washed mind she long ago choreographed.
Speckles lightly, my unanabashedly duplicitous secondary attire.
Wishbone pulled by six with the force of an ant crushing a robin’s egg.
You can’t win them all all, but if you cheat [yourself] you can always think you’re winning.
I was once best friend to an Amish girl who’d been killed in a fire by her psycho father. I miss her. She got left behind at 1916 S Madison in Wichita, Kansas with the father who terrified her. I want that house back. I want her back.
I give my loyalty to everyone I meet. That, in and of itself, might be called bravery. But I do it out of unchosen love. I don’t choose it. It chooses me. Every moment of every day of my life has been self-sacrificial. But love, love I have never received.
It gives me great pain now. I used to be fine with it, even proud of it. I was only to happy to as a small child. I mean small, as in I can remember being like this as young as three.
It started to bother me some in my teens and a little more in my twenties. But I am now 47 and have never been loved not even appreciated.
I cry every day.
I hate when I hear people say pain makes you stronger. It doesn’t. It only makes you aware of your strength. But it eventually tears you down, makes you weak. I started life so very strong. Now I am so weak.
Who could love the mess I have become? Hopefully noone cause I never want to see another person as long as I live and I hope that won’t have to be much longer.
Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery. Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice. The spirit of self sacrifice creates trust in the power of love.
I am hereby ordering you,
Jeffrey Michael Patton
SW Beverly Court
to cease all communications to and about me, which constitute stalking and libel as of 06/18/2017. This has been an ongoing issue for over one year.
You are also to stop hacking my Internet accounts, remove all spy equipment and take down all plagiarized material.
Failure to do so will result in court order and potentially prosecution.