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  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    And I call myself a writer!
    What if we didn't bail em out?
    What if we let it just happen?
    *
    And when has the gov't been there for you oin your time of need?

    My Mother worked her ass off as a nurse paid her taxes and they nickel and dime her SSI for some BS reason every other f'ing month. SSIs broke, these assholes robbed it a while ago, its not just her either,they screwing a lot of old people!
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    my piece of clay wrote:
    And I call myself a writer!
    What if we didn't bail em out?
    What if we let it just happen?
    *
    And when has the gov't been there for you oin your time of need?

    My Mother worked her ass off as a nurse paid her taxes and they nickel and dime her SSI for some BS reason every other f'ing month. SSIs broke, these assholes robbed it a while ago, its not just her either,they screwing a lot of old people!


    here here
    fuckin asshole been fuckin seniors for awhile now
    to many older folks are pretty FUCKING POOR right now
    work all your life for scraps & crumbs
    how horrible the choices
    medicine
    food
    utility bills
    winter is comin no heat
    shedding cat old brown buttons missing sweater
    canned goods weakened opener
    ache
    old hands show bruised veins
    a lil shaking
    unstable
    degraded
    demoralized

    dave mustaine says "dancing on the bread line"
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    What is this word
    To mix or merge so as to make a combination;
    blend unite,
    to mix metal with mercury
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    my piece of clay wrote:
    What is this word
    To mix or merge so as to make a combination;
    blend unite,
    to mix metal with mercury

    forge?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • DangDang
    DangDang Posts: 1,551
    meld
  • DangDang
    DangDang Posts: 1,551
    amalgamate.

    As in amalgams, or those "silver" fillings in my mouth which are not really silver but mercury.

    Hey, ain't mercury one of the most toxic substances known to man?

    What the fuck is mercury doing in my mouth?

    Ooooh, giving my babies autism.

    NOW they tell me.
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    You guessed it???!!!
    it was amalgamate

    HA! I am going to keep my eye on you...

    Thanks for playing!!!
    New word coming soon...
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    Madconomist.com/what-if-us-collapse

    Please check this article out takes about 30 minutes
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    How I Imagined To Put It Away

    Radio bells ring you here!
    Let the GoldenAge ignite tempers energy of essay uncertainty is an unkind friend calling,
    a rotting vintage
    circling our vulnerbilities langours to harness our restlessness...
    I'm out of reasons why I am not working,
    only it was derision
    why I had to let go
    in anothers projections. Question and depone whose guilty over future depressions...
    I let love and poetry
    live at a lazy fair
    poor as a comparison to myopias politics as usual
    the spoiled spilled into days of objections,
    in my descent
    join the cheers, we are drinking to the carousels
    of broken old men
    and out of tune pianos...
    I am a piano...
    The figure noted and bleeding out
    the stained red petals about the wine.
    Let its taste
    be a bitter thin
    to mean youth.
    I was a grown up girl
    once way back when...
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    Felt it was relevent to current events..

    I was in a canoe with St Peter we were floating in a lake, lots of moss hanging off trees everywhere. The lake was stocked with fish and suddenly a plane flies over and drops missiles into the lake. I was upset and telling St Peter this was bad for the fish, but he replied saying it had to be done...
    I interpret what he St Peter is saying to me
    That our faith has to be torpedoed or lost on ourselves so that we may eat. From this sacrifice what we lost we gain nourishment so that we may live...

    Its a rather peculiar dream..
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    I'm not Catholic, so why would I be in a dream canoe with St Peter and know he is St. Peter?

    If any catholics read this enlighten me!
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    well the therapist thought the st peter dream was a sign
  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    a sign of what, may i ask?
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • my piece of clay
    my piece of clay Posts: 116
    Peter aka Simon was a fisherman along with his brother Andrew.. Then Jesus met them, they became his disciples, Jesus performed many miracles with the fish, fish are symbolic (to me) for reasons beyond the Christianity thing, the fish symbolize "faith, love and poetry" to me.

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