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The 6 Sick Secrets

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Bioplar? A two headed monster? An Alter egoed Hulk? A Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde? No-just my father. One minute pleasure, next minute pain. He hid in his own skin like a prisoner in a jail cell, held hostage by his own addictions. He locked our family up with him in a downward spiraling whirlwind, choking away our hope, and drowning us all in turbulent pain where there was no key to loosen the bolts he drilled through our hearts. We kept quiet. We couldn’t find a way out. Our whole life was a secret.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . Spring Secret
Daddy and I had a thing only the two of us did. We played catch in the back yard together. I remember his smile and the warm breeze of Spring wrapping around our bodies tightly like my mitt wrapped around the ball he threw to me. I squeezed the ball, making sure not to drop it. It didn’t fit very well inside my glove, but with force I was able to hold on. That’s how Daddy held on to his family. We were his baseball, and he didn’t dare let us squeeze out of his grip.
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. . . . . . . . . . . .Black Secret
I was at home alone with my father one night. Thinking back to it now, I don’t remember much, but a heavy presence of darkness that crept up and trapped me throughout the night. The darkness lived inside my father, and he let it escape to haunt me. He tried to hit me. I don’t know what held him back. Nothing physical, but I didn’t think he had a conscience to stop him. I remember trying to run away from his stinging breath, those intoxicating fumes of whisky. I remember turning away from his stare, but it still lingered around me; lurking and threatening, enclosing me in a bubble of murky blackness. I remember the crescendo of my heart beat vibrating inside my chest, traveling through me, reverberating inside my head. I remember the panic that jabbed through me, poking me with needles full of poison, tranquilizing my comfort and transforming my being into pure fear. I remember his eyes looked thirsty as rivers of bloodshot veins drowned out the emerald green he once had.
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TO BE CONTINUED..........

Kidster

I don't do drugs. But I'd do Kid Cud! Not sexually of course. I'd probably just do or make out with his music a little bit. I'll embrace his martian any day!

Sheesh

le weesh. That's my new saying lately. I'ts very universal. It can be used in terms of empathy, such as: "Sheesh le weesh! Are you ok my little sick friend?" It can also be used as a term of endearment. For ejemplo-"Aww you are the cutest sheesh le weesh I've ever laid eyes on." I'm also a fan of saying it to strangers, essentially executed as an adjective. I tell randoms that they are sooooo sheesh le weesh lately.



So anyways. Sheesh le weesh look at the time. I'd better go do some shoosh la wooshing around the house.

Procrastination Station

Is it just me and Kels, or does everyone start projects they can't or don't finish? Well we are sick of it. So we have decided to invent the Procrastination Station, so that we can all vent about our unfinished business. Here is our example:

"Hey Beth, let's move to LA." -K dawg
"Ok Kels!" -B nasty

8 hours later of driving and entering the City of Angels...

"Hmmm this traffic sucks."-Beth da Fresh
"It's smoggy here."-Kelstacy
"Let's go back to Reno."-unison

7.5 hours of driving (cruise control status) and returning back to the no town...

"Hey maybe we should move to Las Vegas."-Kels
"Wow what a novel idea!"-Beth
...To be continued...

Now is your turn to help us. We need tips/motivation/ideas/encouragement. And we will return the favor with our ideas and motivational tips for you. Also we encourage others to exercise their views. The more opinions the better, so pipe up friends. If you are a procrastinator like us and want a plan of attack, join the Procrastination Station so we can all help each other. We would write more, but we will just put that off til later.

Procras Stas,
K and B

Peep Emporium

Someone once said to me: “I saw Peeps today at the local grocer. If I shoplifted them, then I would have peeped my pants too”. How epic of a statement is that? BTW I hate when people use the term epic when something isn’t epic. BTW, BTW means by the way. I hate when people don’t explain abbreviations that they assume everyone knows. Especially newly invented ones. The other day someone was laughing I guess so hard that it had them rolling around because they exclaimed: “GNR!” What the F is GNR (other than some new term)? Oh BTW, F means fuck. Anyway, so I found out through urbandictionary.com that GNR means “got a nigga rollin.” I’m not racist by the way but I couldn’t help but wonder what the white version of GNR would be. Perhaps GCR, meaning “got a Caucasian rollin.” Anyways back to the Peep scenario. I have undiagnosed ADD I’m sure. Oh and ADD stands for attention deficit disorder which I know you already know. So I was thinking about this peep scene. I imagine if anyone would ever want to steal Peeps they’d steal the blue kind. Yellow is too predictable. And if you ever wanted to steal peeps, just like stealing Peeps, you’d make sure they fit in your jacket or something. So it would be ideal to steal a small blue Peep, or just a small peep, like a new-born. A quiet one. Thankfully Peeps are relatively quiet. But if you wanted to steel a Peep, that’s a whole different story. A hole different one I tell ya. Where would you spear the steel? I couldn’t ever imagine spearing a little baby blue Peep with steel. There’s no right place for the steel. It’s so wrong.