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on my stoop thanking whatever the power is (I call her my Fairy crack Mother) for just the other night I had 200 superfluous dollars (and a white wild hair up my *** a demon from my past calling, calling loud) I called Rof, and Tyrone; J-rock, Sam, T-bone; Jeremy, Cadillac, Tiger, ( no no one answered, I even drove to Tar-hill where all the time , three or four options are available and never before did I come home empty)  this night: I did! I let the bitterness intrude as I slept instead of peeping out the window and hearing strange heart beat sounds thumping all night ( but...I slept uncomfortable and once or twice cursed, her (my fairy crack mother)) then today, like a plan had come for my two hundred dollars. And I gave it to someone who needed it for food, and surviving. And I got a high, so much more that I went out and sat on my porch and watched the dark- the evening come- and my fairy crack mother, I thanked- cried finally seeing, She has always taken care of me. And gave me this chance to feel how it feels to feel a good thing, for once. I guess I do believe, in Fairy Crack Mothers!
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
I just sat
on my stoop thanking whatever the power is (I call her my Fairy crack Mother) for just the other night I had 200 superfluous dollars (and a white wild hair up my *** a demon from my past calling, calling loud) I called Rof, and Tyrone; J-rock, Sam, T-bone; Jeremy, Cadillac, Tiger, ( no no one answered, I even drove to Tar-hill where all the time , three or four options are available and never before did I come home empty)  this night: I did! I let the bitterness intrude as I slept instead of peeping out the window and hearing strange heart beat sounds thumping all night ( but...I slept uncomfortable and once or twice cursed, her (my fairy crack mother)) then today, like a plan had come for my two hundred dollars. And I gave it to someone who needed it for food, and surviving. And I got a high, so much more that I went out and sat on my porch and watched the dark- the evening come- and my fairy crack mother, I thanked- cried finally seeing, She has always taken care of me. And gave me this chance to feel how it feels to feel a good thing, for once. I guess I do believe, in Fairy Crack Mothers!
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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