Dear legs...
I'm sorry how i've alwYs complained about you not being long or straight enough.
Thank you for still carrying me even though i've hated you with such a passion.

Dear arms
I also wanna tell you sorry, for punching you when i got mad, and also for complain about you being too floppy.
Thank you for still helping me, do everything and for just being there, life would be a lot harder without you.

Dear ****
I'm sorry for all the times i've said you were ugly, you not being round, small or smooth enough.
Thank you for still going along and let me sit on you when i've been tired.

Dear stomach
Sorry for pinching and hitting you whever i was hungr, and sorry for never liking you beacuse you were floppy but i know it's just skin
And that's how you're suppossed to look.
Thank you for telling me when i'm hungry and keeping in all the food i eat, you work like a machine and that must be hard to do!

dear *****
Sorry for always thinking you were too small, i regret everything i've said you've grown nice and round, i'm sorry for complaining so tou had to hurry so much you got stretchmarks
Thank you, for grabbing so much attention, that id sort of funny.

Dear hips
I'm dorry for punching you and complaining avput you being too wide.
Thank you for giving me the hourglassshape every girl long for.

dear skin
I have so much to be sorry for..
I'm sorry for cutting you, and bruising you and burning you, i' so very sorry i have ruined you this much, i'm sorry for letting my emotions out on you, i have made you scarred and i'm sorry about that. Im sorry for also complaining how you were never clean enough
But thank you! For sticking along and holding my body together you're awesome

Dear face
I'm sorry for never liking you and being sad about my eyes not being deep blue or my nose not perfect
Though i thank you for
Letting my friends know who i am

Dear hair
I'm sorry i put you through a lot of heat and dying and all that but hey you're still on my head i bet i would look weird bald so thank you!

Dear body!
Last but not least
I wanna thank you for being so strong and beautifull i wanna thank you for holding on even though i put you through this much

*dear body... I'm sorry.. Thank you

Through the darkness I was able to see,
the ever so dim light that guided me,
the flicker of the flame, the thoughts in my brain,
all these guided me.
Guided me to a place I call home,
a place of warmth and cold,
a place I call my own,
a place than cannot be sold.
This home doesn't exist,
outside of me,
because home is where the heart is,
whever I want it to be.
So the lick of the flame,
the promise of home.
I search every day,
a place of my own.

snitches end up in stitches
is low level
mystery of lawlessness
the uper tier
of the mystery of lawlesness
resides with the words:
that an American girl asks:
i don't like being GRASSED UP...
Grypsera round of talk
i was forever surrounded by
the ancient talk of Cain
instead of being a snitch ending
up in stitches
so the clown Joker
and Batman is not really
formidable
so the make-up came off
he's rather pathetic
but only as a reicarnation formible
now imagine Christ reincarnated
and not wanting to die on the cross again...
or the only way to sacrifice oneself
would be in name of Allah and jihad
and commit a suicide
enforcing it on others without the allure
of a cult...
charisma just outright existential ****...
jechowa: he who hides them:
all these Muslim girls then...
hiding under Niqabs and look! look!
there walked Martin Luther (the German,
not the Junior) past with the Greek Gnostic
Heretics!

i didn't reply with a warning:
snitches her stitches:
i said:
i don't like being GRASSED UP...
savvy?
so next day he brought his sdog
the dog
and the dog licked my beard
but not my mouth or nose
i didn't let him
a terrier XL some BULL and DOG
breed like dachund
or whever 40kg
the war dogs of Rome
are still legal
the regal bull terrier
some weird mix apparently the only dogs
that **** are the ones
who have been submitted to ******
and inbreeding with
finally no soul in replica
as exported:
countless times Oedipus in dogs
but only one i hope
in humans...
as lesson: or otherwise tactic:
to breed Orc friendly anything else living
fierce...
so 18 years older than you
and not a sugar mommy and a kid in tow?
ever see than movie:
transparency... no... tranquility... no..
transcendence... no...
  detachment - yes the daughter the *******
but now i could be asked
what fictional characters are you?
Flauber: because Madame Bovary is real:
Flaubert, Humbert Humbert and Julien Sorel...
those are three main protagonist:
and according to Sarte who is the censor...
hmm? censor?
Edith Valitskey...
                 because no no: not another ghost!
i'm thinking abouit raising a daughter
that isn't my daughter:
i think i'll try to hide behind
*** for a little bit...
      until i get a new taste for water
and salt and sugar ande gravity.