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All or nothing at all her father had said and it seemed right until she met Harpoon and he seemed her Mr Right the one she had been waiting for the one she’d dreamed about but then it all went wrong and he became Mr Wrong and oh yes that was the downfall that was the way to her deep depression and that episode in the bath when she tried to drown herself as her mother had before her and she discovered her as a child coming home from school and the door was ajar and when she went in there was her mother with her wrists slit and blood and her mother drowned and dead and now sitting there in her mother’s chair her father some place her husband poking some other and all or nothing at all seemed all there was left apart from the few books on the shelf the Bill Burroughs her mother had read and left and that Bukowski book she’d found in some second shop and the battered Bible which her father had beat her about the head and backside with as a child when her father had been boozing or she had been sinful or wild.
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
SHE SINFUL OR WILD.
All or nothing at all her father had said and it seemed right until she met Harpoon and he seemed her Mr Right the one she had been waiting for the one she’d dreamed about but then it all went wrong and he became Mr Wrong and oh yes that was the downfall that was the way to her deep depression and that episode in the bath when she tried to drown herself as her mother had before her and she discovered her as a child coming home from school and the door was ajar and when she went in there was her mother with her wrists slit and blood and her mother drowned and dead and now sitting there in her mother’s chair her father some place her husband poking some other and all or nothing at all seemed all there was left apart from the few books on the shelf the Bill Burroughs her mother had read and left and that Bukowski book she’d found in some second shop and the battered Bible which her father had beat her about the head and backside with as a child when her father had been boozing or she had been sinful or wild.
terry-collett
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
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