Let me share with you my life story. My mother was a dancer , my father a clown. They met at a fairground, where she had arranged to meet a boy that never turned up. She was sad. She watched the trapeze artists flying above her. A solitary tear fell from her eye. She heard a voice. It was Chester. He said to her " Come join the circus". She thought for a fleeting moment before replying . . ."ok". They travelled the world, ( Aberdeen ) and experienced all it had to offer, red pudding suppers black puddings, haggis, things most people only can dream of. Then one day the unthinkable happened . . . . Daddy lost his left shoe. Where it went we can only summise. The ring master said " you are no longer welcome in the ring". It broke my parents hearts. They put their names, Chester and Rosealee on the council waiting list. They became tennants of a third floor council flat in Bedford. Mummy became pregnant with meeeea, . . . . .[/i]wait a goddam minute . . . . .Chester, . . . . . .dad?
It's not always easy being the Nursey. Especially after witnessing the death throes of a spirit attempting to influence the random electrical splutterings of activity in Mia's disturbingly constricted brain. ////////
I just said ' Hi mia, i love you. Give me your wrists so i can slash them.', and she did. Is that so wrong?
ya'll really do some rocharsch (sp?) shit on my head sometimes at this site for some reason..it's like a stream of consciousness thing.. For some reason this thread reminds me of that old joke about the sadist and the masochist: masochist: " beat me, whip me, hurt me, pllleeeeeeeze!" sadist: "NO."
In my excitement I missed out the part where daddy left. . . . .will tell you all about it when I have more time.
My excuse is that I am awake most nights cus I find I sleep better in the day when the kids are in school and get woken up with fewer nightmares that way....but it's a small town I live in and in the middle of the night, sites like this one are the best way to have some kind of communication with other sentient beings.. or at least that's what I like to tell myself we are..I could be delusional about that tho.. but what the hey, let me have my illusions if they make me happy..or not as miserable anyways..fuckit.
Ps I will get back to you with daddys story, still trying to get my head around it :cry: As far as Dubya wanting to kick poor Mia in the cunt and Dwaine wanting to drill a hole in her head then shoot her, sorry I shouldnt talk about myself this way, is just easier if I distance myself, I am sure if they met her/ me they would love her/me. I would love to see all the fuglys get together, think you would all be very polite, and embarrassed, and not at all your fugly selves much love xx
