February 15, 2011

whores on horses

dear it started in the middle diary,

and it drove me out of my mind. i just kept tryin to get a little better- a little better than before. once again quiet i have the house all to myself- its so nice and peaceful- like everyone moved out. i feel like i am alone living secluded high in the mountains- under the stars lighting my house like candle fountains. not one single visitor- not a text message either- no lick from becky or a growl from the grumpy old geezer- i feel like laura ingalls wilder in her little house on the prairie- cept i got water in my ceramic sink and electricity. and then some dumb ass loud fucking vehicle with a hole in the exhaust will go by- and remind me- we don't use horses in this life. which i think would be fun to take to the store- and prevent more women from being traveling whores.