Kicked. (Last of the 8 lines)

posted on 11/29/2011 by 8 Comments

* Last of the 8 line posts spurred by this one >> 8 mm.

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Love affair with Texas Ranger = kicked.

Dependence on boob umbrellas = kicked (Can we say like leather?).

Ingestion of multiple pain pills = kicked.

Preoccupation with the FrankenPussy = kicked… well maybe one last look.

Scheme to cheat on posts by posting only 8 lines for over a month = kicked.

The year 1995 = the last time I used the word kicked.

Postpartum Depression/Anxiety = getting my boots on for kicking it.

My pity party’s keg = so kicked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Little Nubbin. (8 lines)

posted on 11/21/2011 by 6 Comments

* A series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm 

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Ten perfect fingers.

Ten… toes.

I caress you several times a day.

Can I draw a little face on you please?

Little nubbin…

I’m starting to love you.

Shoes are dumb anyway.

I think we’ll keep you a little while longer.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dreaming. (8 lines)

posted on 11/15/2011 by 9 Comments

* A Series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm.

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Hot and heavy with my husband…

The carnival hay is itchy.

Then a thief out to mug me.

I lift my shirt to expose my weapon…

and squirt the robber in the eye with breast milk.

The gourd is explosive, and I can’t find the red wire.

Is it possible to dream…

without any sleep?

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My binky. (8 lines)

posted on 11/08/2011 by 15 Comments

* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm

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Everything is topsy turvy.

Exhaustion… sobbing.

Anxiety… hopelessness.

Fists clenched… veins popping.

I reach for it.

Soft… comforting…

I squeeze it in my hands on the exhale.

My husband’s ass is my binky.

 

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Losing the race. (8 lines)

posted on 11/04/2011 by 10 Comments

 

* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm

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I lack the stamina.

I have ill fitting shoes.

I did not carbo-load.

I hobble along…

A wailing child clinging to me…

I pause to clean poop, and wipe baby vomit out of my eyes.

Sleep, Patience, and Sanity -

You guys are too fast for me.

 

 

 

 

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