dear parking on the sidewalk diary,
wonders never cease to happen and the bedroom light was on. go undress the elephant in the room CUNTFACE, daddy is in the house. was it scripted or was it a surprise? we wont ever know. i personally don't want to know because my mind as done somersaults all over every scenario in the last hour since i found out- entirely by accident. i am anxious for the corn to grow- and you know it will. it was beans last year you know- they got off easy. i slept a lot easier when there were beans in between my neighbor and i, and i think the coyotes liked it better too. they sound like yippin babies under the high open windows when they run through the bean fields on a hot steamy still summer night. i miss their shrieks and screams. just as daddy misses the shrieks and shrills of the wicked cuntface. even a crop has a season. it is planted, it grows, it is harvested, the yield, and then that particular crop it is planted all over again in the very same place, EVERY OTHER YEAR.
wonders never cease to happen and the bedroom light was on. go undress the elephant in the room CUNTFACE, daddy is in the house. was it scripted or was it a surprise? we wont ever know. i personally don't want to know because my mind as done somersaults all over every scenario in the last hour since i found out- entirely by accident. i am anxious for the corn to grow- and you know it will. it was beans last year you know- they got off easy. i slept a lot easier when there were beans in between my neighbor and i, and i think the coyotes liked it better too. they sound like yippin babies under the high open windows when they run through the bean fields on a hot steamy still summer night. i miss their shrieks and screams. just as daddy misses the shrieks and shrills of the wicked cuntface. even a crop has a season. it is planted, it grows, it is harvested, the yield, and then that particular crop it is planted all over again in the very same place, EVERY OTHER YEAR.
