Medusasvalue1 Going Forward

 Ok, so someone just threw a can out the windows of their car at me then I backed up without lights and hit my step mother's car  Shit! I don't think I'm ever going back there. Im nervous, haggard, and afraid. I didn't mean to hit her car. It was an accident! If someone didn't throw something at me out of their vehicle I wouldn't have backed up to see what it was, if it was a can bomb or what. F u c k. She, her son,my Father, and my nieces, nephew my stomsch is sick. My mind is  and her sons best friends ( her neighbors), have been harassing me, and probably damaging my trucks running ability. I am so done with the harassment and tearing me down.  The sit and joke about me in the evenings during dinner and plot my demise. Im not paranoid, they have really been doing this. Im sick mentally and physically and I can't take anymore abuse. They are supposed to be my family and all they do is hurt me. My stomach is sick. My mind is sick and now I have to run for m...

 So, to be funny is no joke to the witch on her red walmart angled broom. She likes the sweep things up and under the rug like a hag on meth.. All jokes aside, because those aren't allowed. Banned. Rotten fruit, eggs, and poop in your face on your tiny stage coming from the audience of hoes, vagabonds, and instigated by the spike queen. Who's afraid of hell with her around. She is hades fire, brimstone, and theft all in one. And I'm not talking about myself. I would never treat my stepchildren like she does. She should be ashamed but she revels in her piggy mire that she slops in.  There are things that I would do or at least have done but that had nothing to with her...or did it??? She's like a monster who takes a bite of you then keeps chewing and savoring your flesh like it was a Lindt Truffle with a ribeye steak in the middle. Every bite with some treat in the inside ( she loves beef). You are the heifer sampler and she's  going to town to party down. Anyway, go...

 The morning has broken and all that awaited me was a cold shallow woman with no heart. How she is running a household... I am guessing through brute force. She smiles fakely with a mouth of teeth that look like they are ready to take a bite out of your face. She is hungry for destruction and feeds on hate and jealousy..  I feel like a I have a conglomerate of chicken hearts in my chest around her. I feel like I have a blockage in my throat when I try to swallow or breathe. My face feels hot, my eyes feel like they are melting down my face in pools of liquid. I have to suffer through her mental abuse and cold staring eyes and open ears. She looks for trouble and accuses to get her way. She is a master manipulor. Manipulating people and hurting their hearts and minds. All her children have substance abuse issues and she threw her husband's children from other wives out on the streets to fend for themselves. She is a huge woman ..violent and dangerous. Plotting. So, that's her b...

 Angled Eyelets tap your toes toward your perceived foes. Throw a dart into the heart of a dastardly devious female of coveting nature. She curls her lips and folds her arms sneaking her evil desires past you.. flaunting your demise with her demon actions she orchestrated to kill you. To end your body and send you to God. She is jealous, shes envious, she cannot have or copy or even come close to your lifesource so she plans your death convincing all around you are the demons spawn and she is the living mama bear with only an angels intent. Do not clean in her domain, do not cook, do not buy her things, and do not grab the attention of her cubs because to her you are an opponent to be vanquished because her blood does not run through your body. No Your blood is mingled with her papa bear she has captured and tamed and another mama bear she wants him to forget and you are a reminder of the other mama bear. So, dead are you in the new family. You are slime, mud, and a colloidal mass ...

Twisted Apples There are apples in the kitchen. The knife is chasing them calling Apple Butter is your future. The apples have already been plucked from the Mummies of yester years orchard of fantasies and futures. They rolled in on Crampy. Croonies' floating flimtad. Groping for grannies plucking walnuts off flooty carpets that will be vacant in sooner times.  Crampy Croony silently handed them over to Flatty Nathy to create a small fortune of favors. Favors abounding into the purses of flittads twisting minds to actions. The ants are blessing the orchestration and the killer bees are blopping bloopers to make canned laughter not to be confused with canned apple butter.  But close your ears quickly before termites get in and invade your brain of bloosies. So you don't wallop a baby bull who needs attention.  Wheezing wizards wafting twisted waves of cinnamon to kill sneezing in mischief to stomp a foe of angels lead by a demon he continues to snap. Poof!