But I seem to be myself, I've spent the day writing fairly harsh critiques and enjoying it thoroughly despite the fact my head hurts, my body aches and I can't raise my right arm.
Ah, harsh honest critiques, and one pretty crappy poem are the best therapy!
I must then be
your permanent
therapy
since mostly
I'm
as you say
CRAPPY
Still I wish
well for thee
accept it
its up to ye
therapy eh?
Well I guess I'll need to write a self confessiona love poem set in the woods but told philosophically. That should draw the poisons out of you lmao..........stan
teehee.
teehee.
The jolly ol' mischievous, irrepressible elf in you can do no wrong. Wrong.
Jess kidding!
~A
Dear Jess,
Welcome back! You have been missed. I hope that your health improves on a daily basis. I know how being sick can really piss one off. So bring your stringent self over to my page for another crappy read.
I look forward to reading your work again. Medication or no.
always, Cat (& eddy)
Thanks Cat ur wonderful
but you are Crappy
number two,2.
let me the first 1.
some where in my cracked life...