It was a casual morning im waiting at my bowl for my kibble. Janet walked over to pour me my breakfast.

Me: ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff roof (took you long enough fatso. If you were faster to feed me maybe you wouldnt have gotten so fat.)

Janet: Mr. Peanut be nice you cranky sister.

Me:ruff ruff roof (let me eat Janet!!)

As my lovely Janet is going up she suddenly used the bathroom in the kitc...

God free me from the chain of myself. Free me from the chain of this ogre. I know we’re suppose to love and forgive the ones who hurt us…but satans found a chain that’s brown tall smart and sexy with juicy lips that no matter how much it’s fuckin up my ankle and my hands are going numb I want to continue to get pulled apart. I’m I an insane person for believing that the chain will grow old and bus...

From the very first time I knew this was going to come to an end. I knew the butterflies were going to turn into growing pains and knots yet I liked the challenge. I knew things were going to come to an end when you didn’t really care to ask about my day or when you would just ignore my rants about my day. I knew things were going to come to an end when you didn’t even care to pitch in on what you...

These hands that create wonderful woodworks.

These hands that bless the poor the sick the lost

These loving hands that when you let them cover your heart can fill your heart with love and joy. These hands that can calm a storm. These beautiful hands with holes in them. These beautiful hands that never caused harmed but still started revolt against evil. These hands that I feel without seeing. The...

This one little pink post it. Funny it’s pink just like what got me here. Anyone else who would see this pink post it signed with his name would be jumping of joy. I see it and think “fuck now everyone is going to know where my morals stand” a sham this life I live. Only real solution in my eyes is to spat the pinks of him on the nice striped wall. I hope he understands but better me than my shado...

Roaming in the unpaved path bloody hands bruised knuckles knots all over my head. My bloods boiling I feel the tears start to drown my eyes. I’m crying hard. It’s dark I’m far out from the ranch. I fall to my knees and ball up. I remember the look on my mother and fathers faces as the city council sliced into them. I clench the dirt in my still bleeding hands. The wound is deep. So much blood. I ...