Posted by Jai Narayan on August 23, 2004, at 23:06:54
In reply to Re: poem ... Chocolate Milk » Jai Narayan, posted by Atticus on August 22, 2004, at 22:09:40
Oh my god, what a description.
My grandfather was such a "letch" that women were afraid to pass in front of the house because he would come out and pinch their bottoms and pinch the babies cheeks... oh my god.
My mothers family were so overly sexualized every joke was sex. All the innuendos....It made me sick. All my life surrounded by all this sexual energy...way too young to understand. Even my beloved Aunt had a son who molested me as a baby....so sick.
Our Damed Irish families filled with sex, madness and violence. I guess we were glued to that image of the virgin Mary....or Jesus...save us sweet angel of god from the shadow in the night that pokes and prodes.
I am losing it.
I will take an inbreath....I will beathe....breathe
I hope my computer doesn't die yet.
I am thankful for the fact that you are you and that you are still alive....my god.
Dying is so easy.
Too easy!
We all do it finally.
You have so much more to contribute alive.
ALIVE.
Atticus you are the best!
Jai Narayan you humble servant who is trembling in the night with fear from my big computer problems WOW.
I am way over the top with drama...please forgive me this indulgance.
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