The burning feel isn’t as horrible, The Rising up of internal blisters is most freakish, I feel my skin tightening? Like taught dried skin, Then any hair I have on the site stretches? The burnt stretched skin rising makes mebwant to grab ahold of the small builds and pop them, Th e little boils areContinue reading “Shingles”
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Want to see disappointment?
Sit in your favorite chair, With food , Tell your cats it’s your food! Then eat it!
Pango sucks
Spent last two hours trying to get into my account, Guess I’ll start all over tomorrow to find a different site to sell books. Pissed poet,
Chapter 4&5,Jacquline Night Walker by V.K H.Whitewolf
Chapter 4, https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Chapter-4-6-e23a0r8/Chapter-4-Fortitude-Book-2-Jacquline-Night-Walker-by-Val-K-H-Whitewolf-a9oskhn Chapter 5a, https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Chapter-4-6-e23a0r8/Chapter-5a-Book-2-Jacquline-Night-Walker-by-V-K-H-Whitewolf-a9p9o1t Chapter 5b,https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Chapter-4-6-e23a0r8/Chapter-5b-Book-2–Jacquline-Night-Walker-V-K-H-Whitewolf-a9paf55
Sister of choice
Supports me as a diverse person, I never knew what this felt like before last June, I had no idea what this was, Penny Taylor Martin contributed in my name every month for diversity, That’s nice but the honor is having Penny,
Witch list
Good paying job, Solar, Pay off mobile home, Buy land , Need basement, Maybe earth home, Been ground, Ground fur garden and, Cemetary no one loved should ever have to be placed in a trash container, Cleaning supplies , Hate living.either or! Fairy wiccan since two thousand,
Little breathless love
Found a baby by a chair, Near a bookcase, So little want to be big, Eyes full of death, I cradled my little love to my heart, I thought of my baby sister Ellen dying alone, Had a long tear full conversation, Told him nit to due, Not to leave me, Told the baby ofContinue reading “Little breathless love”
Ham bone in a bowl
On the porch last night, Put I put the ham bone, Nice, White, Plastic bowl, This morning, all remains were a bone, Notched by the knife, No bowl anywhere! What a surprise, I liked the bowl,
Into a window
Out or the wood, Through a carriage,soared a butterfly, Cocky and sure, Flew the glided pilot, Over summer fields ketching a rids now and then upon an eagles wings I road, Resting upon fresh cut hay, Sneezing, Ker Choo!
It’s rumble time,
We’re side story , Playing through my head, Beat the jets, Come on come on! It’s Green Bay all the way! A man is not what our true green hearts love, It’s the state of Wisconsin! We are as if brand new, No score to settle, But we will take the day, Upon any andContinue reading “It’s rumble time,”
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