Still owed Ninety seven dollars money taken for an old account last November. Still trying to load from me a book on YouTube, Why?
I remember all the time together
All the heart ache
What its like no money to sue for slander
How those that claim christianity took who I was, distorted it
Where those people who knew me
No one stood by me
Or up for me
Six years this December
Heike’s,Dudleys and Mathis’s
Funny maybe this is why it took four me yelling the gospels none who knew Jesus to sell his church?
Those carrying the cross none understand words of a poor man
Book 3,Tyrone end of Chapter 12 of Storm of Swords by George R.R.Martin
Book 3,Storm of Swords by George R.R.Martin
I think we are all intitled in our life several purposes. I share the bit of food I get with my eighty year old neighbor.Tonight I took him a hamburger, gravy,canned green beans and a tub of flake dried potatoes with real butter.
I felt queasy and took ut next door it was going onto half past seven.I said you can have it tomorrow. He said I will probally have it before bed.
I know I put off eating because what’s the point alone holds nothing like a bowl with holes. But Ronnie my neighbor has cancer that’s to far gone to operate he is eighty. His wife fied years ago. No children.
I miss my mom so. Helping my mom and going to school gave me purpose.Purpose is like driving Amish around my home town of Waukon Iowa.Then I in my dark blue denim coat blended in.
I was no longer the six foot tall butch lesbian, eash target for family hate. Mom was safe from my half sister.When everyone abandon you I found life held only pain. Lonliness, bottomless emptiness. Reading,writing and maybe assisting my neighbor until spring gives me something.
‘Something like Christopher Robin would say is better then nothing!’ My neighor use to say ‘you’ll make me fat now he thanks me and checks out my legs. Hate long pants.Makes nothing to me him looking at my legs. He species never my cup of tea.