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We just got out of the silly mental ward two days ago
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Hello
We just got out of the silly mental ward two days ago
The cage, captivity to a bird. Hindering it's capability to fly. White walls. White floors. White pills. Similar to snow. But no. Fresh. Innocent. Virginal. Crisp. That's snow, freedom. Four walls, Hell no. Tainted. Lifeless. Worn. Apologetic for who we are. Angry for what we're not. A bird searching for whats not there. For what will never be.
An original poem by Isabella Brengman
So my mom has this friend, She's essentially a crazy homeless meth-head alcoholic who my Mom is just too goddamn nice to avoid. Like legit, she thinks she was kidnapped and raped by the FBI and that the local grocery store's meat was human meat.
Usually, I don't think people should go to Psych Wards, but seriously, this bitch needs to be in the Nut Hut
Family Feud
I caught a bit of Family Feud yesterday right before I switching the channel to Family Guy, there a moment where I entertained the thought, "what would my family be like on this show?"
Just then the woman on TV answered the question, ' what kind of tool describes your husband in bed.' and she blurts out 'jackhammer!' when the answer hammer was already up on the board (seriously, sheila, pay attention). But her family members all clapped and yelled out 'good answer' before the big red X confirmed that she was, in fact, wrong.
I put myself in her place: emotions high, bright lights in my face and saying something completely and utterly wrong for the answer. My family would not clap. Would not cheer out 'good answer'. Not at all. I would only receive stares of death before my mother would make a grunt of disgust. Perhaps my brother would say that was a dumb answer and I would yell out, 'you're the dumb answer.' thus sending our family in our own feud, making the producers cut to a commercial break.
We wouldn't stand a chance.
Bra: over the shoulder boulder holder
Men's underwear: under the butt nut hut
And this is how my dad explained things to me when I was young.
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