moonshine & lollipops
Navy vet/MBA grad slowly losing soul in corporate America. Current wife and mother, future gangsta.
likes tattoos, swearing, indie music, self-expression, mean muggin, education, God, timeless friendships
dislikes haters, "yes" men, ass rock, poor imitation, insincerity, ignorance, emptiness, stage 5 clingers
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Peacock by Cecil Porter
for something meaningful to write. I wanted to take a break from school and chronicle my journey through my grieving of my father’s death. I have a lot of things to talk about, you know? I need to explore…to feel.
I can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to put into words the emotions that I’ve been feeling lately. I’m not sure if it’s because I want to keep them to myself or because I don’t really know what I’m feeling right now.
Assuredly, though, I feel a loss. A big one.
- I'll give this little cookie an hour before we're doing the no-pants dance. Time to musk up.
- Wow. Never ceases to amaze me. What cologne you gonna go with? London Gentleman, or wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard's Delight.
- No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good.
- It's quite pungent.
- Oh yeah.
- It's a formidable scent... It stings the nostrils. In a good way.
- Yep.
- Brian, I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline.
- They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time, it works every time.
- That doesn't make sense.
- Well... Let's go see if we can make this little kitty purr.
Xanax helps with depression and assholes.
i wanna hold you so much
it’s dark and scary in there!
you ain’t alone, so why you lonely?
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cry if you gonna cry
come on, cry on me
I said good day, sir.
Let’s just let this go.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
- Substitute Mike and Ikes for water;
- Forego medicine because you don’t feel like looking for it;
- Cuddle (squeeze) the shit out of two unsuspecting kittens (savage fucking wildebeests);
- Fall asleep watching Eastbound and Down;
- Navigate a 4,700-lb SUV through residential neighborhoods; and
- Tell your husband that “it ain’t the crazy talking” and that he really is quite intolerable.
But deep inside our hearts we know
That you are here and we will not lose hope
forever we shall be
