MEOW

Nothing feels good right now. I don’t feel safe. Food tastes like crap. My sleep is light and fitful. The keyboard on my phone is an asshole. I have a fever. I’m still in a “show hole” Amazon.  And my cat is comfortable under my knees but my back is a fucker. This Bitch is miserable.  So what the shit else is new, right? Right. And then there’s that. My brain is still broken. Great. Fuck.

So,what should we talk about? The weather? Politics? Mass shootings? Guns? Murder? I tried to post something lovely…pictures of the beach. Don’t think this Bitch didn’t notice the chilly reception they received, either. It’s whatever. It stung a little bit,  but it’s fine. No, really, it is. I liked them and that’s really all that mattered anyway. I just couldn’t make up my mind about whether to jump headfirst into something gritty and topical, or not. I chose the latter. Not sorry. NOT. SORRY. If I don’t focus on something other than rapid fire reload death and/or bloody murder, I’m gonna throw myself into the void. And the world would probably be better for it, except my cats would starve and I can’t have that now.

Let’s talk about something interesting. Let’s talk about vaginas. Oooooh. Yes. Let’s. Not mine in particular because, you see, she IS a high society, dressed in leather and pearls BITCH who knows how to keep a mother fuckin’ secret. But others are fair game. I read on Twitter where a woman said she votes with her vagina. NICE! Politico pussy. I also read on Facebook another woman pleasured hers too much and now she’s in therapy. THERAPY! Ha!  Oh, to be burdened with that greener grass. Or should I say, that pinker pussy. The Secret Life of Vaginas. Now there’s a movie! Hey, name a movie title and replace one word of the title with  “Vagina”

Ready…set…go!

Oooh, ooh! I’ll go first! And my prior contribution doesn’t count.

“The American Vagina” was “The American President”

Don’t leave me hanging. Help a Bitch out.

Breathe Me

“Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame

Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me

Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah, I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me.”

~Sia “Breathe Me”

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The Stillness and The Dancing

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” ~ T.S. Eliot

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Please.

My heart is racing. I feel like I’m standing on top of a rushing train, and I can’t make it stop. I haven’t eaten anything but I feel extremely sick to my stomach. I am worried. I am scared. I feel the fight or flight urge. The nausea is overtaking me. I feel like I can’t breathe. All I want is peace, and it is the one thing most denied to me. I am not a bit tired but I haven’t slept, and I know I won’t tonight. Tomorrow is a big, dark monster looming. Nothing good will happen. It’s another opportunity for more misery. This Bitch can’t take it. I don’t want to take it. I want to be done with this – this – this everything. This miserable existence. I’m not throwing myself into the void. I’m just trying to make it through the worst moment.

 

Think a bright, little thought for me. Please.