I have seen the writing on the wall…
All alone, or in two’s,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.
All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet (everyone you meet)
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon
I like gay people but I don’t understand why they want to get married. They should be happy with what they’ve got.
That is a direct quote from Mum!
I would agree to some extent. For instance, I never understood gay men.
You shit out of there don’t stick your damn tongue or finger there
Direct quote from Ambien Grace.
My father late last year had problems with his testicles. Thought they were going to have to remove them.
Now that I think of it, he does look a lot like Chas Bono. Much to my chagrin and hard as I tried: I knew the following statement was true-
I found myself a few months back idly walking down Main Street with my Mum’s grandmother’s ring in my sweaty hand. It was to be a gift. Resized and wearable, I then would find myself in Mother Theresa’s good graces and stay there no matter the homosexual ideation.
Birthdays were hard, still are. I am not blood. My blood runs deep with trailer trash. I am Adopt-A-Ambien, baby!
Long story short, I get the ring to Speer’s, I get it sized, I box it up, I bring it home and Daddy and I wait for the results. We wait and hope that Mum gives her approval to us on her birthday.
Therefore, I am a homosexual homophobic for the following reasons:
I can’t do what I want without my mother being a huge bitch and judging me because I have to sneak around with everyone I’m with and I don’t normally have a social life which is why I lie about being in relationships And, if I want to go out, Mum comes back with I don’t know who you’re going to see and the few people I know in Concord I hate you associating with…
So, I sit in my attic where I find little peace in knowing I will never know this is all there is to my life!
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