My life at 22 1995- 1996

Docile people are like toasters, inanimate objects which take anything stuck into them. I remember one time when I stuck my sister’s Barbie in a toaster. I said, "Let’s call her Bad Hair Barbie!"

In a world where everyone is hungry, people will eat cardboard.

Sex with broomsticks are fine if you enjoy being brought to the hospital a bloody mess screaming about the marchers on the lawn protesting sex with animals while they hold their crotches shouting for the downfall of America.

Needle in her vein

Demons in her head

Pills on the shelf

A child neglected in the bathroom

A dirty motel with cabal

Men with no teeth, unwashed hair, and a southern accent

Truck driver she figures

The mother’s nipples buried in the wrinkled mouth

She swears this is the last time

Opiate dream land bliss

Whining children awake her

The sheep have given their toys to the next door neighbor.

Soon they will realize that the boy has moved away.

You need to end all conspicuous consumption.

We need to all become thinking, caring human beings

capable of change.

Change is capable each day.