american
Posted: June 14th, 2014, 6:54 pm
she was an american. she worked for the justice dept- she was turned on by guns and surrvival- she had gray hair and attitude of a cop- her sweet lil voice didnt quite match her body language- she reeked of manipulation.she functioned well with reward and punishment- she was raised that way and that is what the system taught her, but it was not working anymore- all those thoughts had gone wild- like a deck of cards- thrown up towards the sky- she then went on a rant for whatever cause she thought up today which ultimately served her.
this was the AMERICAN way-
there is a smell that people omit when they are nervous- or when there is a motive-it is like sweat on the brow- or a upper lip-
the whole room smells like too much scent under the arms- under the long sleeve shirt- and baby powder- i will never understand anyone liking the smell of baby powder- are you nuts? did you not have children?
did your life not smell like babies and children for 14 years? i see the American eating in resturants, out of boxes, and living in nice lil houses with mowed lawns and flower beds-
i see the things that are old fading out and the new and beautiful emerging- i couldnt do that before- i relied on other people for things they could not give me-
she thinks if she works real hard she can get what she wants- or that if she asks nicely that people should do it- NO
IS NOT SOMETHING SHE IS USED TO
in other countries, people feel lucky when there is food at the store- when there is clean water-
AMERICA woman pulls into the gas station with the biggest truck you can get and eats a dried pepper stick and a hunk of cheese while dreaming of a milkshake at burgerville= where denial is thick as sauce.
sugar is all she wants- what was i thinking? i did nOt know people glom onto me because i am funny- i did nOt know that people get so needy they are oppressive= i didnt know that i cannot live with people- they drive me fucking nutz= with thier lil dogs that bark and endless stories of hardship- i am asleep at the wheel to the gym away from atrophy and the meta-morphis of so many sadness and sicknesses absessing -festering in elder s body- while she hooks people in to taking care of her- the good american woman agrees to take care of her -trained tosacrsfice the self, for the job, for the family- all that bullshit they sell you to suck alll the life out of you- while you can still think- run-=============================== the smells do not bother her because she was an officer- and she will eat cheese and smell nothing- she has not had sex in 12 years and said she would not want to be with someone and have to do that all the time= huh?
that i s very american.
lazy
europeon men may have some rather disturbing chracter assets and defects- but let me tell you- they know how to make a woman love them-courtship and rommance and sex- in AMERICA- you get sex like a side order- people have no time for love and intimacy- that was the 90 s baby-
and the stories- the cop stories- from the woman that could barely get out of that blur chair when i first met her- 80 pounds over weight- i saw her at starbucks with the same personality as the drunks i have known and love= double pump mocha and a brownie- that paper flew over my head and she inhaled it- and then she was wired- like people on cocaine -
now she eats synthetic sugar and she has lost 30 pounds- but - oh -
the american dream- that i cannot seem to get myself to dream- my world comes from chile and kauai.... and africa and italy- america is where i was born-----and i found a secret world with a magic door and no body needs to go to that party with me-ingrid micaelson music and cobblestone streets in mexico taught me that pizza back home was no good
this was the AMERICAN way-
there is a smell that people omit when they are nervous- or when there is a motive-it is like sweat on the brow- or a upper lip-
the whole room smells like too much scent under the arms- under the long sleeve shirt- and baby powder- i will never understand anyone liking the smell of baby powder- are you nuts? did you not have children?
did your life not smell like babies and children for 14 years? i see the American eating in resturants, out of boxes, and living in nice lil houses with mowed lawns and flower beds-
i see the things that are old fading out and the new and beautiful emerging- i couldnt do that before- i relied on other people for things they could not give me-
she thinks if she works real hard she can get what she wants- or that if she asks nicely that people should do it- NO
IS NOT SOMETHING SHE IS USED TO
in other countries, people feel lucky when there is food at the store- when there is clean water-
AMERICA woman pulls into the gas station with the biggest truck you can get and eats a dried pepper stick and a hunk of cheese while dreaming of a milkshake at burgerville= where denial is thick as sauce.
sugar is all she wants- what was i thinking? i did nOt know people glom onto me because i am funny- i did nOt know that people get so needy they are oppressive= i didnt know that i cannot live with people- they drive me fucking nutz= with thier lil dogs that bark and endless stories of hardship- i am asleep at the wheel to the gym away from atrophy and the meta-morphis of so many sadness and sicknesses absessing -festering in elder s body- while she hooks people in to taking care of her- the good american woman agrees to take care of her -trained tosacrsfice the self, for the job, for the family- all that bullshit they sell you to suck alll the life out of you- while you can still think- run-=============================== the smells do not bother her because she was an officer- and she will eat cheese and smell nothing- she has not had sex in 12 years and said she would not want to be with someone and have to do that all the time= huh?
that i s very american.
lazy
europeon men may have some rather disturbing chracter assets and defects- but let me tell you- they know how to make a woman love them-courtship and rommance and sex- in AMERICA- you get sex like a side order- people have no time for love and intimacy- that was the 90 s baby-
and the stories- the cop stories- from the woman that could barely get out of that blur chair when i first met her- 80 pounds over weight- i saw her at starbucks with the same personality as the drunks i have known and love= double pump mocha and a brownie- that paper flew over my head and she inhaled it- and then she was wired- like people on cocaine -
now she eats synthetic sugar and she has lost 30 pounds- but - oh -
the american dream- that i cannot seem to get myself to dream- my world comes from chile and kauai.... and africa and italy- america is where i was born-----and i found a secret world with a magic door and no body needs to go to that party with me-ingrid micaelson music and cobblestone streets in mexico taught me that pizza back home was no good
