I can smell in the air
I can taste in my mouth
The certainty of life
As the bombs dropped
From the air,we are all
Victims of happenstance
As we stand with our backs
Against the wall,how can this be
The rat and his cheese
You see, once you digress
& take on Life in the wild
The rat will always rear it’s head
Hang with me I need all of you! I’ve been to sick to meet par, now out of bed, training and will find out who Stalker. My WP sites are not working right, maybe I screwed up in knee jerk after March 22, 17 Twitter attack and Stalker making it known he was on my tail.
20 yrs ago I was stalked for 6 yrs, I’m a Survivor and will not back down or lose!
I need huge favor, start rebloging everyone on site, current and past to see if have issue, it’s one hang up on both sites, personal & Survivors. I will make rounds and reblog to see if I can see a weak,link.
Any thoughts, words or direct comments on what looks not quite right leave a comment. We can win this battle together, we are or moving forward to Survive, the answer is in plain site ? Any Hacker ideas, I don’t know how, don’t want to
Survivors get up brush of the toxic waste and move forward. I have talked to hundreds of people over the years, one element I notice is everyone has a concept of Survival yet they are still carrying around the baggage of the trauma and may not realize their toxic
Survivors work thru the issue and take another step? Are you carrying around all the baggage, all the toxic waste thrown at us? Look straight ahead, are you moving forward
Xx M
It started as a typical Easter weekend. There was a new outfit, frilly dress, white patent leather shoes, white gloves and flowered hat. The Sunday meal was planned.
Good Friday was myster
ious. For reasons not yet clear to us, we were to spend a few hours in church, in total silence.
There was fasting, no meat, but there were eggs…so many eggs.
By evening, we were on board with the celebration.
Enter PAAS…the century-old egg dye, small tablets activated by white vinegar to produce such lovely color. We were too young to know or care why, we just loved the ritual.
My grandmother presided. A devout Catholic, immigrant from Prague, she loved Easter. We felt her joy.
Sometime during the cleanup, she excused herself, and took to the living room sofa, claiming she felt a bit tired.
She never woke up. Cardiac arrest. Age 57.
Chaos ensued. Our mom…
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Arthur James Bay released Recovery, his second LP this year, it’s shines like the Red Moon. Every song pulls me in or makes me move. He’s a nice guy, still has feet on ground, not on the hamster wheel. He returned all my tweets, gave me personal message @ instead of Support. He’s thankful for the support, more importantly a second chance. I wish him great success. It’s an exciting time for British music, my ear is tuned in. XxM
My STALKER sent a message on cell that read L/, it was time to take action. I asked if having fun yet and said I won’t be controlled! Here’s a great song for anyone who has someone on their back.
XxM
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