“There once was a Gasm who’s name was Or”
“Watering the garden was her favorite chore”
“Red faced men volunteered with glee”
“Blooming her blossems, and planting there seeds”
“Or was the happiest woman in town”
“A Gasm like her could never frown”
“With a lot of hard work, and 10 second breaks”
“It was time to rest, with a tummy full of steak”
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Hey you, yes you, with the razor in your hand
and the tears in your eyes, I hope this has
reached you in time.
Dont drag the blade across your wrist,leg,hip or tummy.
Hey you, yes you, with the pills in your hands
and death on your mind. I hope this has
reached you in time.
Dont swallow those pills. I actually care.
Hey you, yes you, with the rope around your
neck and vodka on your breath. I hope this has
reached you in time.
Dont jump dont hop just stop. Remove the
rope step off the chair, I care.
Hey you, yes you, with the horrid past and […]
When Finnegan pisses off his best bud Charlie Chow Mein, he gets flipped over and sat on. That cat don’t take crap from anybody be it human or dog. That’s me. Wicked Irish temper.
Then there’s the underdog. Poor guy just wanted to play. Granted, body slamming the cat while he was trying to jump on a chair was a bad way to say, “Hey dude, lets play tag or something!” Now he is paying for it with the weight of the world […]
They’re the yummy that tickles my tummy! 😀
I cut my stomach up today. I don’t ever count my cuts or burns but I know there’s close too a hundred. If I don’t cut I get irritable. My skin crawls. Sometimes I can go without cutting for a few weeks! It’s Rare but it’s happened! I was doing really well until today. I got very depressed because I broke up with my boyfriend and I just thought about how meaningless my life is, basically. Everything is better now but the cuts are still there.
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