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Remember the scholastic book club?The day the books arrived was magical. Getting a big box from Amazon is the grown-up equivalent.
When I'm dropped for being lewd, nasty or radical I'm reminded -- yet again -- that Twitter is a self-cleaning organism. Just like vagina.
Yep. Shrodinger's cat is outta the box. My clit likes it cerebral. Be it books or stars or my twat, a man should have his head in somethin'.
"What you got?" he asks sleepily. "Tweets," I reply. He brightens "Treats?" Disappointed, back to sleep, he mumbles, "I like treats better."
And now I curl up in the bed that turns to a boat which floats in an ocean of minds under a sky that shines by the light & likes of you all.
I get it. I always say fuck a writer cause they know how to fuck but do not date them. Do not expect them to stay in your world with you.
Facebook is a prolonged High School Reunion. A terrible torture that people subject themselves to willingly and daily.
Truth is, I only care about stars so much as they signify a reader. Each star for each set of eyes that paused long enough to take it in.
Tonight, come bedtime story time, I will be tweeting / RTing #tale1 in full. In order. So tune in t'nite for Turnip's Fabu Flea Circus.
Mistaking it for marmalade, I slathered melancholy on my morning toast.
Just had a crazy dream. I was tweeting for your dead grandma. She didn't tell
me to tell you she loves you but I'm sure she totally does.
Clever, how cool y'all play it. Ya act like ya could care less about my petty existence and yet, DEEP DOWN, you're like totally OBSESSED.
As the rain hits the pavement, the pen hits the page. Concrete darkens, paper floods with ink.
God's all like, "Sunday is kinda my me-day. I mean, c'mon people! Did I not say 'and on the 7th day God rests'? Yet you beat my door down."
I like my brain big, my breasts bouncy, my life full & fuller, my closet over-stuffed, my reality vast, my aura fat. #chublife
You spoke of "amagination" in your "sentance" so my imagination held a seance to summon your dead grade school teachers.
"We're all a little weird & life's a little weird & when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible w ours we fall into mutual weirdness"
It's not twitter itself that's addictive. It's the connections formed w/sparkly soul & the rush that comes from communicating w/them.
I like my brain big, my breasts bouncy, my life full & fuller, my closet over-stuffed, my reality vast, my aura fat. #chublife
