Taboo
The Hillbilly Diet
Hey people… - - - huck, huck, huck… I'm Hillbilly Clem. I live in Louisiana right there in Mandeville. They call me a redneck and sum call me white trash. I don't mind bein called white trash cuz I am white trash. I live in this trailer park and a lots of times the water aint running so I don't bath too often. 5hat's why I smell and that smell doesn't only come from my armpits - if you know what I means. I gotta cuzin lives in Californy he's one of them pretty boys and the Bible's gonna burn him some day. I know this because it's in the United States Constipation. My friend across the way tole me * he made it all the way to the fifth grade before he went to work in the Kentukky coal mines. Hes smarter than me.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Confessions
Toothpaste
A moment to yourself. Nothing to think about but your daily routine. Brush teeth, shower, and things seem to be normal as they should. At a moment's strike, you find it in the mirror. Tears roll down your face. You find it hard to breathe as you brush your teeth. you continue to brush until the tears become overwhelming. The saliva forces you to swallow some toothpaste and you can't help but weep. You begin choking on the toothpaste and you stop so you’re not found on the floor.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
What You Can't See
I live with chronic pain, with constant familiar tendrils of things I wish medication or ice could tame. It has marked my days for so long that my memory cannot pull forth one of silence from the cursed sting. And, oh how my heart wishes it could know the gentle touch of feeling nothing.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Confessions
Shifting Mortality
You said we are equals but is that true now? You become two while I’m stuck in one. I was warned about you and set to prepare for practice. You hide behind your words as if it’s your superpower. You treat a pet like a child, with negative reinforcement with toxic words. Like a toy you’re willing to throw it away when it gives you more trouble than peace. Similar to a newborn child, the pain comes more than the pleasure. The joys arrive in between the annoyance. Babies need patience and guidance—no torment and neglect. Like a fire when you see a spark, you’re ready to blow it all up and go for the tragedy. Damaged thoughts rage in as the unthinkable surfaces.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Solo Meal Dates Should Be More Common
Often times have been lonely times. I'm a person that left my home country and has seemed to lose all the so-called friends I had in the US. When I'm in the states, I'm currently afraid to call it America because of a few people arguing that the two continents and all 35 countries are called "America".
By IwriteMywrongs3 years ago in Confessions
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
