Stevi's Storied Life

My man was arrested this afternoon on pot related charges at a place called Hippie Hollow of all things. They let me go. Probably because I'm a "white girl." They arrested him because he's brown and his middle name doesn't rhyme with anything in English. Oh. My. Sweet ever loving Jesus. Stop. Just stop. You can be naked but you can't drink or smoke yah ok... Fuck me.

I can't read narratives anymore... I just picked up a book, Couldn't find where I'd left off Thirty pages in and put it away. I say I want to write books but I prefer to say my thoughts, Have it out and be done. I can keep adlibbing in the flow-- People prefer to hear a speaker Anyway because no one has the Attention span to read a book (A narrative storybook?) These days Anyway, except your mom-- Well, MY mom--and maybe a select Few strange elementary age kids Who are like I was then--by the time Harry Potter had ended that was the Only thing I just *needed* to read. You could chide me for saying "Your Mom" jokes and all the Chodes could chime in__but Authors are about their money And books usually confuse the Mentally ill into casting Themselves into shoes That don't quite fit But may as well have been Some custom-made Jimmy Choos In the gaudiest jewel encrusted Style imaginable for a nineteen Year old girl who would rathe...

A place begins like any other... An office plaza--a maze of ordinary cubicles-- a hospital, a simply put floor with doors and wings, lettered wings and numbered floors and the rooms to the pine boxes lettered and numbered. Our bracelets now barcodes and new millennium coded--always forget what those are called...not RFID. Lucky I have small hands and I can sneakily  allude to a dream I've just awakened from with a golf pencil during quiet time--was I Anastasia? Why do they call it anaesthesia? Was I Lewis Carroll? Why am I a fellow Sufferer of tunnel vision migraines on Lithium? Why would he make his heroine  A young girl if he hadn't felt female? I've seen things I can't make new as a Woman named Stevi Rae Alsdorf But I love now like I never could. I have the makings of a real life now, Yet I still crave real adventure. A man called Thomas Gray, like the poet, Who looked like Morgan Freeman told me at my favor...

Check out @SummerKinard’s Tweet: https://twitter.com/SummerKinard/status/992173538646913025?s=01 My cousin Summer graduated from Southwestern University (my would-be alma mater) where she met her husband, Andrew. They moved to NC thereafter and she graduated from Duke Divinity. She raises five children and writes novels. Andrew is a physicist and computer scientist. They are excellent people...v. orthodox. :)

I'm ready for my close-up...

I saw red horns on the morning star. Not a day. Not yet. A R I X O N A Cryptopuzzles. Not crossword puxxelxs

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Preacher talked about grace a few weeks ago; *your Grace…* Your GRACE! It’s on the line-- If we are all to be the wise and powerful wizards and queens They make us out to be on all of our screens and in magazines Then I think we need to show ourselves more. I mean our true selves. (Not our asses) Which are nice --look at mine! *turn around bright eyes* And if ya swear that there’s no truth and who cares why do you say it like you’re right? Give up other folkses’ words for a moment and reflect--without abandon-- On YOUR life. Now I’ll sit down on my ass in humility after this next rhyme but first I need to take my time To tell you where I came from You see I was a girl of three when some common law uncle molested me And maybe even younger when it began, far before I can remember I was an angel in heaven And I chose to come here to endure him and those sick fucks alike What? Do you think we have no choice in being born? I’m here to...

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You should read it. I thought just now that I should be said bridge instead of chorus. Childhood is the bridge, Charlie. A magical bridge full of hope and wonder. That's better.  Keep it.