HATCHETS and PEACE PIPES_the days of my lives_May We Start?_Fun Mum.
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HATCHETS and PEACE PIPES
HATCHETS and PEACE PIPES “Well well!! The last person I expected to see darkening the portals of my home was you. What brings you here after all the years? And before you ask the answer is no, I will not lend you any money. Actually from past experience the meaning of the word ‘lend’ is not within your grasp. It means you have to pay it back."“I’m not here to ask for money.” “What then?”“We are both getting to the twilight of our lives I think it is time to bury the hatchet.”“What do you mean we should ‘bury the hatchet’?”“Don’t you know anything? Are you saying you do not know what bury the...
the days of my lives
TW; mental health; lobotomy; drugs; "I am nothing. Nobody. Not important. One of billions. Not special in the least."This is what I use to repeat to myself every day. Pathetic, I know. You would, too, if you had been subjected to the lonely, guilt-riddled, tortured existence I had. Not that I'm blaming anyone. I can fully accept the consequences for my actions. I have seen many places. I have passed through the hands of many men, and some women. Most of them discarded www.onedoor.ccme as fast as they found me, something I'm not proud of, but wasn't any fault of mine. I have never had any friends, no one tha...
May We Start?
Are you sitting comfortably? Why? How can you be so relaxed? That’s not what I expected. I can’t tell you this story when you’re chilled and half asleep. Stand up! COME ON! Stand up and shake your arms. That’s it, both arms, shake them like they’re covered in spiders. Faster, keep going! If you had spiders crawling around you’d be shaking much faster than that. Now shake your legs as well. Good. Shake your arms, legs and now your head as if you were made of cheese. Yes, I said cheese. Imagine that! A big old cheese person shaking about like they’re having a fit. And… STOP! That reminds me of t...
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" Don't you remember when I told you motherhood was a blessing?" Alexa tried not to roll her eyes when she thought of her smother-in-law, and her phony life coaching. To Alexa, it was all routine. She had always thought parenting was easy, if not over-rated. That was before Alexa married Jeroen, in the distant days when she only had a hypothetical, invisible family. Alexa had planned to have their first baby, one and done. But Jeroen had no stoppers, somehow their contraception had failed. Alexa was now the mother of three sons, all aged under five years old. Everyday, she felt a little bit f...