Tuesday, August 17, 2010

and it became a toxic wasteland......

for they were all so ridiculously intertwined.....
in a bad way.....

and deceit and innuendo were on the menu in the
now,
 **HALL OF SHAME**.....

that place where beauty and love had once
 known their humble beginnings....
that place where she had given her 'all'....
so that GOD could be addressed...
with elegance,
and of course,
with grace......

incredible and staggering
how the most gorgeous intent can turn to 'silly and bitter melodrama'......

she was embarrassed to be associated with these clowns and tramps.....
female impersonators....
yucky , old hags with 'vendeta notebooks'.....

oyyy veyyyyyy.........

she felt repelled by the sanctimonious and pathetic stab at the brass ring......
a free-for-all of gossip,
and castration of the soul....
and of the gonads !

how would she ever extricate herself and her babe from these idiots ??
the question plagued her throughout the night....

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