late night of drinking wine with my father in law and his wife. great conversations with Janet. always engaging. always interesting. always filled with heart. filled with soul. lots of wine. lots of laughs. lots of tears. even when someone seems successful and happy there are other concerns and other problems. addictions and cocaine and failures and monies spent and tears and frustrations and fears and love and confusion and loss of love and loss of hope. unless one has dealt with addiction one cannot be an expert on addiction.
some cunt walking around on set bossing people around in a rude way. bossy and short. ignorant and rude. cunty and fucky and even I wouldn’t fuck her. why do such meaningless cunts feel the need to be cunty and rude? shitty show. cunty woman.
FUCK HER.
STAND UP.
DO NOT BACK DOWN.
DO NOT RESPOND TO CUNTY CUNTS WHO TALK DOWN TO ME.
CUNT.
need to take a shit but now I have too many layers on. hot and sweaty. fidgety and semi sore head and semi fuzzy mind. lots of useless chatter and useless minds. small minds. small people.
FUCK EVERYONE.
LOVE EVERYONE.
it never changes.
it never ends.
until one day you are strapped to an old white bed in an old white hospital with old white nurses and old wrinkled white doctors.
the sky is grey and the words are at a minimum. life finally coming to an end but you go out a lot less hopeful and happy than when you came in.
THE TREE OF LIFE.
LOVE.
HOPE.
LOVE.
REGRET.
MOM?
I LOVE YOU.
notanotherphony. 