You would think there would be some fancy script to use in here like gold and silver.
No such luck.
I stay in but for what it's worth.
Happy New Years.
What is a good word seek list for New Year's Eve?
1. Celebration
2. Bubbles
3. Cold Duck
4. Champagne
5. Beginning
6. Happy
7. Chocolate
8. Pickle platter
9. Flute
10. Music
11.Friends
12. Family
13. Ball
14. Times Square
15. Dick Clark
16. Mac
17. Televised
18. Cards
19. Resolution
20. Peace
🎉🎈🎈☃️🦉🌍💫🌙
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Rain songs
I'm cold but I am out of bed.
I am boiling water.
I'm kind of hungry.
I tried to order a candle and pie off amazon
This is where it gets weird-
The candle was below 15 dollars.
The pie was under 40 dollars.
Then I get an email saying my card was declined.
I looked and amazon did show that
I got the prices right but
Amazon added on a separate charge
For 128 dollars.
The 128 went for nothing.
When I check my card statements,
They show what I meant to spend
But someone has been getting paid off my card.
The thing is
The card company is covering it up.
I reported it to the federal trade commission.
I'm pressing charges.
I am boiling water.
I'm kind of hungry.
I tried to order a candle and pie off amazon
This is where it gets weird-
The candle was below 15 dollars.
The pie was under 40 dollars.
Then I get an email saying my card was declined.
I looked and amazon did show that
I got the prices right but
Amazon added on a separate charge
For 128 dollars.
The 128 went for nothing.
When I check my card statements,
They show what I meant to spend
But someone has been getting paid off my card.
The thing is
The card company is covering it up.
I reported it to the federal trade commission.
I'm pressing charges.
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Meet. E. Or. Threw p
I live in a cold place. I've been in my bed for days.
I did attempt to make a few phone calls.
I also tried an online approach to asking for help.
In the last week, I have heard people talking about money.
They say things about poverty.
Interesting fact
Same people have the audacity to dress down
And talk about cash and Dylan lyrics while they try to look like something that they will never be.
Intelligent
Or
Not pathetic
They steal from the poor because they have no money of their own.
Then they look down on the poor.
Because
They find it revolting that they are poor.
But they want the costumes and street talk for fashion.
They know nothing.
They literally think everything is yard sale trash from
Ungrateful losers.
That would indicate that the people
that they are talking about
Are in the wrong for complaining.
The thing is-
YO
That you stole what was not up for grabs.
You complain when you did not get
as much as someone else who stole too.
But
No one had the right to any of
that persons life.
It was not an election or competition.
So they don't have to share with you.
You are the only sore loser.
What is worse,
You mouth off
And want them to know that all those trinkets
In their house is nothing more than trash.
Although those things all have a meaning to the person who owns them.
All the people in your life have to be paid to be there and they cannot stand you.
Most of those same people may have accumulated millions in dollars
But they really did not earn it.
They are rotting off on the
inside metaphorically speaking.
They really are sh(;t
And on the outside
They have to wear a paper bag full of makeup
Just to get anyone to be
able to stand to look at them.
Those women are so nasty
They might as well come out
of a portable potty chair.
That would explain the smell.
They get paid to lie to you.
Then they want more money
from you and they complain it is not enough.
Because you make them sick.
They decided that they hate people that they don't even know.
Because they are different.
I think that is more tacky and trashy then the people that they hate.
Why?
Because
A poor man is called trash and nothing because he has no excess money.
People physically attack the poor man.
But when the poor man tells,
No one cares.
So
The ten millionth time someone rich kicks him down because he is poor,
He cusses out of pain, humiliation, and frustration.
The bum who kicked him doesn't think that there is anything wrong with what they have done.
The rich bum cannot accept a poor person telling them to stop.
So the rich bum says
That the poor man is trashy for yelling.
The poor man is out of control.
And it makes the rich person a worse person and tacky.
P.S.
All those trashy women in your life mean nothing to you.
They really are a cliche and they really are as worthless as a trinket.
How much of someone else's money did you spend on that.?
For way less you could have bought an inflated doll.
At least then it would not stink.
Besides with a doll you can get a refund when she inflates and loses shape.
I did attempt to make a few phone calls.
I also tried an online approach to asking for help.
In the last week, I have heard people talking about money.
They say things about poverty.
Interesting fact
Same people have the audacity to dress down
And talk about cash and Dylan lyrics while they try to look like something that they will never be.
Intelligent
Or
Not pathetic
They steal from the poor because they have no money of their own.
Then they look down on the poor.
Because
They find it revolting that they are poor.
But they want the costumes and street talk for fashion.
They know nothing.
They literally think everything is yard sale trash from
Ungrateful losers.
That would indicate that the people
that they are talking about
Are in the wrong for complaining.
The thing is-
YO
That you stole what was not up for grabs.
You complain when you did not get
as much as someone else who stole too.
But
No one had the right to any of
that persons life.
It was not an election or competition.
So they don't have to share with you.
You are the only sore loser.
What is worse,
You mouth off
And want them to know that all those trinkets
In their house is nothing more than trash.
Although those things all have a meaning to the person who owns them.
All the people in your life have to be paid to be there and they cannot stand you.
Most of those same people may have accumulated millions in dollars
But they really did not earn it.
They are rotting off on the
inside metaphorically speaking.
They really are sh(;t
And on the outside
They have to wear a paper bag full of makeup
Just to get anyone to be
able to stand to look at them.
Those women are so nasty
They might as well come out
of a portable potty chair.
That would explain the smell.
They get paid to lie to you.
Then they want more money
from you and they complain it is not enough.
Because you make them sick.
They decided that they hate people that they don't even know.
Because they are different.
I think that is more tacky and trashy then the people that they hate.
Why?
Because
A poor man is called trash and nothing because he has no excess money.
People physically attack the poor man.
But when the poor man tells,
No one cares.
So
The ten millionth time someone rich kicks him down because he is poor,
He cusses out of pain, humiliation, and frustration.
The bum who kicked him doesn't think that there is anything wrong with what they have done.
The rich bum cannot accept a poor person telling them to stop.
So the rich bum says
That the poor man is trashy for yelling.
The poor man is out of control.
And it makes the rich person a worse person and tacky.
P.S.
All those trashy women in your life mean nothing to you.
They really are a cliche and they really are as worthless as a trinket.
How much of someone else's money did you spend on that.?
For way less you could have bought an inflated doll.
At least then it would not stink.
Besides with a doll you can get a refund when she inflates and loses shape.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Happy holidays to the world
I have no idea what to write in here.
I feel like the big downer anymore.
I was kind of pushed out in front of the world.
And they see me only complaining and sad.
I really don't want to ruin other
people's holiday cheer.
So here is my favorite holiday memory.
When I was a child in elementary school,
My parents had us in the car so we could deliver
Christmas cards to random friends and family.
We were in that car for what seemed like forever.
Anyway in December back then
K95fm radio would play nonstop
Christmas music.
Well they kept playing that
Feliz Navidad Christmas Carol.
So we must have heard that song ten times that day.
By the time we got back to the house,
It was on again.
My step dad had not got the car all the way up
The driveway when my sister merijo and I
Were like, let us out of the car.
Years later, when I was in my 20's ,
Merijo, one of her friends Christie, and myself were
Driving into town.
We did not expect this.
Christie did not know about our childhood.
It was not Christmas and that
Feliz navies. Song was not on the radio.
Out of no where, Christie rolled down her
Drivers side window and she started to sing that feliz song to on coming traffic.
---/
When I was a child,
In most of the holiday movies,
There was a part where they got fruit cake as a gift.
Fruit cake was a big part of Christmas.
One day we were out, I was about 8ish and I asked my parents if we were going to pick up a fruit cake for Christmas.
Apparently they knew how nasty
A dried out loaf of gummy worms it was .
They both were like
No...
My favorite Christmas was the
year my sister got an Alf doll.
Because I got a lot of barbies.
Happy holidays
☃️☃️☃️☃️🕎🎁
I feel like the big downer anymore.
I was kind of pushed out in front of the world.
And they see me only complaining and sad.
I really don't want to ruin other
people's holiday cheer.
So here is my favorite holiday memory.
When I was a child in elementary school,
My parents had us in the car so we could deliver
Christmas cards to random friends and family.
We were in that car for what seemed like forever.
Anyway in December back then
K95fm radio would play nonstop
Christmas music.
Well they kept playing that
Feliz Navidad Christmas Carol.
So we must have heard that song ten times that day.
By the time we got back to the house,
It was on again.
My step dad had not got the car all the way up
The driveway when my sister merijo and I
Were like, let us out of the car.
Years later, when I was in my 20's ,
Merijo, one of her friends Christie, and myself were
Driving into town.
We did not expect this.
Christie did not know about our childhood.
It was not Christmas and that
Feliz navies. Song was not on the radio.
Out of no where, Christie rolled down her
Drivers side window and she started to sing that feliz song to on coming traffic.
---/
When I was a child,
In most of the holiday movies,
There was a part where they got fruit cake as a gift.
Fruit cake was a big part of Christmas.
One day we were out, I was about 8ish and I asked my parents if we were going to pick up a fruit cake for Christmas.
Apparently they knew how nasty
A dried out loaf of gummy worms it was .
They both were like
No...
My favorite Christmas was the
year my sister got an Alf doll.
Because I got a lot of barbies.
Happy holidays
☃️☃️☃️☃️🕎🎁
Monday, December 18, 2017
Sapphire Butterfly 🦋
When
By
Jessica Singleton
When everyone is ready
Then we will all know
That you finally have what
you do not need at all.
What you need is not up to me.
All you want is whoever is
Willing to jump at your commands
Another leash that only traps you.
They all fill the void.
Because you don't want to make time
To settle down with what is the missing piece.
You just walk away to the boardwalk
You lingered there and now when you
Finally take the time to go home
Your home will be empty.
My eyes are kaleidoscopes tonight
Everyone can see it.
Everyone but you.
Because you never cared at all.
You were never there when it
really mattered the most.
And you're not sorry.
That would explain your intentions
But if you ever cared about me
Then you could at least be sorry
that I got hurt.
💔
I'm so angry
Silent inside
You would never see the clouds brewing
Thin sheet of ice
I'm afraid more of what this is going to cause
Of how damaged I am.
I'm afraid I will go hysterical
And go off on the wrong person
Everyone seems to enjoy my pain
More than what they enjoy paying for it.
I have enough lines on my hands to navigate a new world
Didn't they tell you
It's a high wire act.
I'm on display
But the sad story
Is that I'm the only one not acting.
I can walk
I will find my way
Then the curtain will expose the 3 ring show
And I will be free.
🦋🦉
Opal colored intentions
By
Jessica singleton
I read about the ingredients to little girls once
My mother mapped out the universe
With a flying goose and a Beatles song about an octopus garden.
Little girls were made of nice things.
I did not understand that until I became a woman
Then I could understand the antinuclear difference
Between nice and not nice at all
Little men are the opposite of everything that is
Considered text book theory.
I myself will not stand for nonsense as a grown woman who still believes in fairytales.
The opal kingdom
By
Jessica singleton
She had eyelashes that could take flight.
She lived and survived the revolution.
The truth was set free on a Sunday afternoon.
The sky was the darkest shade of wine.
Her story that brought her home started before the war broke out.
I heard she wore crystals and pewter.
But her bones and her heart were the only things made from glass.
It is a fact that gargoyles stood on
castles to ward off evil.
Some keep dragons but
This queen kept mermaids in a
sea outside her castle.
When anyone approached the castle gates
The mermaids would leap out of the water and turn into song birds.
Their enchanted wind chimes would alert
The queen that a knight was near.
By
Jessica Singleton
When everyone is ready
Then we will all know
That you finally have what
you do not need at all.
What you need is not up to me.
All you want is whoever is
Willing to jump at your commands
Another leash that only traps you.
They all fill the void.
Because you don't want to make time
To settle down with what is the missing piece.
You just walk away to the boardwalk
You lingered there and now when you
Finally take the time to go home
Your home will be empty.
My eyes are kaleidoscopes tonight
Everyone can see it.
Everyone but you.
Because you never cared at all.
You were never there when it
really mattered the most.
And you're not sorry.
That would explain your intentions
But if you ever cared about me
Then you could at least be sorry
that I got hurt.
💔
I'm so angry
Silent inside
You would never see the clouds brewing
Thin sheet of ice
I'm afraid more of what this is going to cause
Of how damaged I am.
I'm afraid I will go hysterical
And go off on the wrong person
Everyone seems to enjoy my pain
More than what they enjoy paying for it.
I have enough lines on my hands to navigate a new world
Didn't they tell you
It's a high wire act.
I'm on display
But the sad story
Is that I'm the only one not acting.
I can walk
I will find my way
Then the curtain will expose the 3 ring show
And I will be free.
🦋🦉
Opal colored intentions
By
Jessica singleton
I read about the ingredients to little girls once
My mother mapped out the universe
With a flying goose and a Beatles song about an octopus garden.
Little girls were made of nice things.
I did not understand that until I became a woman
Then I could understand the antinuclear difference
Between nice and not nice at all
Little men are the opposite of everything that is
Considered text book theory.
I myself will not stand for nonsense as a grown woman who still believes in fairytales.
The opal kingdom
By
Jessica singleton
She had eyelashes that could take flight.
She lived and survived the revolution.
The truth was set free on a Sunday afternoon.
The sky was the darkest shade of wine.
Her story that brought her home started before the war broke out.
I heard she wore crystals and pewter.
But her bones and her heart were the only things made from glass.
It is a fact that gargoyles stood on
castles to ward off evil.
Some keep dragons but
This queen kept mermaids in a
sea outside her castle.
When anyone approached the castle gates
The mermaids would leap out of the water and turn into song birds.
Their enchanted wind chimes would alert
The queen that a knight was near.
Friday, December 15, 2017
House alone
I'm not sure what to say.
🍭
Chris had a concert yesterday on the 14th of December. I text merijo and let her know that I would not be there.
I stayed home last night alone.
I've been moody lately.
No I am not getting a cold sore.
I have been enjoying homemade potato soup.
It's a simple version thrown together .
It is warm and it fills up my belly.
I don't make it for leftovers.
2 potatoes 🥔 peeled and cut.
2 long celery sticks diced up.
1 red / purple onion diced up
Fresh garlic
Salt and pepper
And 2 tablespoons of sour cream
Oh and water 💦
I ate a really yummy pie the other day.
I picked the dark half back up.
I feel like a little Emily Dickinson.
She always makes me feel better.
Or at least not alone.
Words of thought
Love feels like a feather.
Like you could fly
Until reality introduces itself
Then you feel like your falling again.
Only this time you're not in a dream.
I am so cold these days.
My circulation must need work
because my fingers and feet are the coldest.
I should get a copy right on the newer writing that I've done.
Song choice based on lyrics
Creep
And
Working c h
Maybe
Red rain
🦉
🍭
Chris had a concert yesterday on the 14th of December. I text merijo and let her know that I would not be there.
I stayed home last night alone.
I've been moody lately.
No I am not getting a cold sore.
I have been enjoying homemade potato soup.
It's a simple version thrown together .
It is warm and it fills up my belly.
I don't make it for leftovers.
2 potatoes 🥔 peeled and cut.
2 long celery sticks diced up.
1 red / purple onion diced up
Fresh garlic
Salt and pepper
And 2 tablespoons of sour cream
Oh and water 💦
I ate a really yummy pie the other day.
I picked the dark half back up.
I feel like a little Emily Dickinson.
She always makes me feel better.
Or at least not alone.
Words of thought
Love feels like a feather.
Like you could fly
Until reality introduces itself
Then you feel like your falling again.
Only this time you're not in a dream.
I am so cold these days.
My circulation must need work
because my fingers and feet are the coldest.
I should get a copy right on the newer writing that I've done.
Song choice based on lyrics
Creep
And
Working c h
Maybe
Red rain
🦉
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
It is my birthday no longer my unbirthday
Today is my 38 th birthday. I went out to eat Chinese food and I got a cherry 🍒 vanilla Pepsi. I got a gas station cinnamon roll. I'm stuffed right now or I would eat the donut. I'm not happy. Today was great but I am going through some stuff that is up setting me.
I just keep getting abused. No I don't have to take it.
I can press charges.
I finished reading The People vs Alex Cross by J.P last night.
It was amazing.
I read the Black Cat by poe again last night too.
Today another nail polish came. I will try that mirror look again.
In between thoughts is all truths that I don't talk about. The way it makes me feel. I have a DVD that I want to watch. It's called Altered States .
I think someone was asking me what I wanted for Christmas earlier.
I have no idea.
I guess I want my freedom and my complete birth right.
Not for two minutes.
I don't want it taken from me and I don't want to share it with Hollywood or those fake rock stars.
I just keep getting abused. No I don't have to take it.
I can press charges.
I finished reading The People vs Alex Cross by J.P last night.
It was amazing.
I read the Black Cat by poe again last night too.
Today another nail polish came. I will try that mirror look again.
In between thoughts is all truths that I don't talk about. The way it makes me feel. I have a DVD that I want to watch. It's called Altered States .
I think someone was asking me what I wanted for Christmas earlier.
I have no idea.
I guess I want my freedom and my complete birth right.
Not for two minutes.
I don't want it taken from me and I don't want to share it with Hollywood or those fake rock stars.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Nick Niven by Jessica Singleton
Nick Niven
A fictional story
By Jessica Singleton
I can feel myself in the bottle,
When the moonlight reaches
through my eyes and pulls
those parts of me in...
I'm there unclothed and
wet from the state you left me in.
I'm floating like a black feather
Swimming inside and then my heart shaped bottle releases me and I'm free.
Niven slipped into her leather boots and wrapped herself into the black wool cloak.
Magic was a black bird that could change forms at will.
A reincarnated soul from the ashes of a mad man magician.
Magic took the form of a black horse when he escorted Niven into the night.
But magic kept the form of a bird most other days. The bird was a black raven until a human presence came near.
Then the bird became a grey shadow that would play upon your imagination.
Niven road the horse into the dark forest at night when she hunted for food. Niven was a vampire. She was alone in the world. Most her family died in the Black Plague centuries earlier. Now she lived with a ghost that took the form of animals.
It was not lonely for Niven because when you have to watch yourself lose everyone that you ever loved, then it is impossible to replace them.
Niven felt free when she was horse back riding with magic. It felt like flying. The night rushed through her and enveloped her with a sense of life, that she could only dream about.
I will come back and finish this later
A fictional story
By Jessica Singleton
I can feel myself in the bottle,
When the moonlight reaches
through my eyes and pulls
those parts of me in...
I'm there unclothed and
wet from the state you left me in.
I'm floating like a black feather
Swimming inside and then my heart shaped bottle releases me and I'm free.
Niven slipped into her leather boots and wrapped herself into the black wool cloak.
Magic was a black bird that could change forms at will.
A reincarnated soul from the ashes of a mad man magician.
Magic took the form of a black horse when he escorted Niven into the night.
But magic kept the form of a bird most other days. The bird was a black raven until a human presence came near.
Then the bird became a grey shadow that would play upon your imagination.
Niven road the horse into the dark forest at night when she hunted for food. Niven was a vampire. She was alone in the world. Most her family died in the Black Plague centuries earlier. Now she lived with a ghost that took the form of animals.
It was not lonely for Niven because when you have to watch yourself lose everyone that you ever loved, then it is impossible to replace them.
Niven felt free when she was horse back riding with magic. It felt like flying. The night rushed through her and enveloped her with a sense of life, that she could only dream about.
I will come back and finish this later
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