...Doesn't Keep Me from Running... ...Or Digging Burrows... I thought that I could escape the pitfalls of being Bipolar if I could recognize the phases. That I could help others understand me, if I could just explain what I'm experiencing. Why do I want you to understand me? I have wanted to be loved andContinue reading "Knowing I’m a Rabbit…"
With a Side of Self-Loathing
But I try, and I try... Oh LORD, I'm feeling sorry for myself again. At least that side of me is: the squirming, deprecating side. The me that never gets too happy or too encouraged, because she knows, we all know, that the other shoe will drop. It is a rodeo, and you areContinue reading "With a Side of Self-Loathing"
Back to the Story:
IT'S HOT, I'M TIRED.. Night fell, and we were ready by Burt's golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helpedContinue reading "Back to the Story:"
Out of the Gutter Art 
You must be logged in to post a comment.