Nightly Humor

I’m working through archives over the past decade of poems.

This is what I would rather get paid for. At my old ass age. Writing and thinking takes so much out of me. Makes me overthink being philophobic and having ptsd in the first place. How red tape exists in the workplace let alone society. How many people care about how someone expresses themselves and judges who they are instead of getting to know them. So then I want to think of their soul being as light as a feather, right? You have no empathy, so if it takes a community to raise a child; how to we reform adults? Way too much thinking.

My job interviews. You view me as perfect game clearly.

When I tell someone new about my blog, this is how I anticipate it going with a male counterpart.

How I feel about my life situation

Try and open the door for another bitch when I’m at work and see what the fuck I do to you with my graphic design and carpentry skills motherfucker. Deadass. Try me. Make a sign build a couple doors

I like a peaceful humble safe home and man of my own.

The nights are getting to me. I’m so used to working them and sleeping during the day while the house is quiet. Except for the occasional fish tank, dog or cat. Children are at school.

Often asking myself what if someone shows up to look for me after not seeing me for 20 years. And never knew what I was going through. Hence the blog. They will ask how I am

Tell them great. On indeed and hotboxing in my farts.

I’m going crazy. I saw the guacamole commercial AFTER a locust filled tree stalk. Beautiful tree. I love guacamole. Now I can’t get that out of my brain and I can’t eat it for a long ass time. I saw locusts in the bowl. And the nasty mealworm part of the body. Gross nasty wings. I cry now when I see guacamole or locusts. Just fucking great for my country loving ass. Just the sound makes me think of chopped tomatoes in one ear and a locust wing with avocado in my mouth

And all you’re saying to yourself is

‘Bitch I can’t fuck with you.’

I know. I know. 🤔😔

To say I smoke cigarettes because of them is a lie. But in part it’s because of life. No lies told. Live your life. Recommendations can be found in the book I bought in 2011 before heading to work at ARC OF ONONDAGA. Jan 13 to be exact. And I often bought books like this.

Deepak Chopra- Reinventing the Body, Resurrecting the Soul. It goes through such things as self hatred, fear, love, abandonment, karma and more.