Mad Wife Disease

He’s my sacred being

I’m always scared

I guess u could say it’s just paranoia sometimes

So I’m thankful for that

It always seems studio 54

Like you know the disco eta era

In the 1960s through 1970s

When you good trip

Bad trip

But life is kind of alwYas like that

So instead of being all drugged out off the wrong things and bad tripping.

At least just don’t bad trip

And even food is a drug

I love coffee.

I love my husband.

They both are h to me

Like heroin but I would never do that

I actually don’t drink or do any substances except for food, coffee, my husband.

Anyway the bad trip hood trip

It’s how I see it

As long as your a good vibe going on

who cares what’s going

My car

His car

Yellow and red symbolize good fortune

Like gold and red ish but yellow is a tiny of golden

The artificial light

Oh that’s funny I’m so conceited

That’s why everyone loves me so much

The light hit me on all the right places so I looked so good in my pictures. I model all the time

This one time I wore a strawberry colored savage x fenty bra and panty set , see through smooth mesh with fluorescent neon orangey bright shiny pink straps and embroidered flowers on it and he didn’t even meet with me. I was so mad I really wanted him to see me in it. I was feeling so sexy and he didn’t even show up. It was such a. Waste of getting all ready wearing something I knew he was gonna think I looked so cute. My twinkle eyes stopped but still when I think of him they still do it and I try to stop it. My eyes flutter as butterfly wings do. I really want to eat some buttery co. popcorn

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Like fed up in a good way

Good guy that fed me up in a good way

The napkin blew from the ceiling fan’s wind and made a scratchy noise that made her feel like a thumbs up- the sound made her think something within undetectable quantum timing was speaking to her.

The next guy had a beard she wasn’t normally into that

I sat there sipping my cup of coffee and as the remnants of the grounded coffee I wondered if people eat coffee( ?)

Unhappy wife unhappy life?

Normally he resets her central nervous system but since she started living by the la river , he seems to be having the opposite effect on her. Causing her nervous system to be on high edge

Wife goes crazy because she's in debt and doesn’t know how to get out of it so she goes on a killing spree because she’s just fed up with everything.

Her husband sent her by the big river to write some stories, to make some cash and she can’t stop thinking about how much she just wants to be with her husband. Her family has a history of mental illness but none like how she is.

Dancing scene with Mr. Probz Praying to a God LUKE remix.

She communicates with her husband with screen sharing and her husband watches her but she doesn’t get to see him. So it drives her more mad because all she wants in life is to be with her husband and she doesn’t understand why she has to be stuck in this house beside the la river.

The water in the la river has been evaporated for a while. Filled up the one rainy day of her arrival to her new abode.

Her new home in frog town. She visits the small frog town art walk they have there . She sees a bunch of seemingly cute guys who she wants to use for the nights but she knows she’s being monitored on her phone. She tosses the phone in the la river and hears a loud thump. She thought wow I thought the river was empty but it kind of felt like I threw my phone and it landed onto a dead body. She giggles to herself thinking how she would like to put her husband in there because she’s tired of these games she feels like he’s playing with her. She sometimes wonders what he does on the other side of the phone screen, she knows he only loves her but her being an only child , she is used to getting what she wants. Her husband sending her off to stay in this home along the dirty river seems like torture and punishment to her and she wants to see how she can get revenge back at him or try to teach him a lesson for sending her there. The first guy she meets comes to the art walk once a year and lives in Arizona. He’s not really interested in her but she keeps saying that she will cook for him if he comes over and with her persistence he decides to go with her. She starts to feel bad that she has this man over that she was thinking about using for the night to rid her of sexual desire but instead a new interest arises where she feels like she has already cheated on her husband. She wonders why her husband has not contacted her in another way as her phone has gone dead in the river and so he must be worried about her. Being more upset not hearing from him, she gets into a frenzy not knowing why this not as cute as she would want guy is over her place. To try to make amends she stabs him in the chest three times until he’s barely gasping for air. Then she chops him up because she can’t carry him herself. She only5 foot 2 weighing less than 100lbs. She tries to stay skinny for her husband and even though she’s too skinny most of the time she still feels better about herself because of the pressure of putting on any weight upsets her man. Stressed out she starts to cut his arms off and even cringes at the butcher knife barely cutting through the bone. She can’t stop now because he’s already all bloody in her dining room/living area so she has to finish the job. After she finally puts him into 5 trash bags, she goes to the la river to dump him. She tries to find an area away from where she dropped her phone but decides anyway that her phone must’ve travelled down because it has a strong current. It’s never been so windy or wet .

Making friendly conversation I heard that they are going to do a bike walk in a few years. My father never let me ride a bike. It was so embarrassing growing up. I guess he has fears of me getting hit by a car or falling off and cracking my skull. I figured maybe if I had brothers or something that dad would’ve let me but whatever I guess I don’t need to know how to bike. There’s a little kid bike with training wheels in the backyard left from the previous owners of this house. I was thinking about getting on it to ride around and see if I could get going to get a bike for the bike walk.

You mean the bike walk in two years?

Yeh yeah I don’t know. She quickly notices how bad she is at simple conversation. It makes sense that she is this way because her only family she speaks to is her husband and she barely even speaks to him. She reminisces about all her classmates she’s had growing up and they are all family oriented. She grew up in a heavily Asian and Hispanic community where family bonding is priority but she didn’t really have a family to speak to. Eating in her room by herself and being an only child didn’t make things easier.

At her doorstep, He sends her a vintage Mikimoto pearl pin and she counts the number of pearls on it . 9 pearls, she’s pissed. She has a weird thing she does with giving meaning to numbers. Just as 54, bad trip-good trip,

9 to her represents singularity. She throws his gift in the river. As it flew in the air, the sun shines right on the side of the pin, where she didn’t see the engraving her husband had ordered for her that says to my undying love with both their initials t n t. If she would’ve seen that maybe she wouldn’t have counted the pearls and thought something wrong of it. She would’ve seen her husband does love her and wanted to be sweet to her. Now she will never see the message he wrote her. Still thinking he doesn’t care about her, she continues searching for another guy because she can’t cure this out of hand sexual desire she has gotten from never seeing her husband. She has never been so attracted to anyone like she is with her husband.

Like throw it in the bag song she keeps just dumping everything in the la river like the la river is her personal trash can.

She receives a phone call from her doctor asking her if she’s taken her meds but her phone is in the river. She has no meds but her best friend had recommended she try something to help her cope with her financial insecurities and absence of family, she tells her friend that she would but didn’t really mean it. The doctor wonders why her phone is off but leaves a message. She never got the message.

Gonna add one more guy and try to incorporate husband meeting killing? She thought to herself.

I’m like Van Gogh with a bloody ear

I mean I popped a scab from a pimple and it started to bleed a lot

My o blood is really red

I think I’m healthy

The next guy she murders she told him she was a nurse but of course she is not.

She gets the brick that was loose by the bbq outside and slams it into this guys head repeatedly over and over until his eye spewed out. She was even surprised and didn’t know the eye would do that. It seems as if she is in her element, her true nature but it’s not normal even if it seems to her right now. Then not in her right mind, it seems like with every kill, she grows more insane. This guy she slices his skin off his arms and legs, even from the thighs, she Begins to enjoy her new found craft like she loves pearl sugar dusted Belgian waffles and eggs and bacon, the entire set up. Toast even. With the new pieces of skin, she puts them in her Cricut machine and starts cutting out hearts and her husband's name. She is really laughing a lot now and smiling. There is a knock at the door.

The end