This is not a blog for the faint of heart, young, or religious. I am a blatant ass. So some of the topics that may appear on this will be Bikes, Porn, Hate, ADHD, Reefer, Sodomy, big words you may have to Google, personal problems that I just want to bitch about, and stuff I type about in my sleep. I will also randomly put up pictures cause that will drawl in readers.Oh and I will not put too much thought in to spelling, grammar, or word usage.
Showing posts with label Hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hate. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Bleeding happiness
Depression strikes like a cobra with fangs lodged deep and venom flowing like a river in my arms to my heart and all I want to do is cut it out of me so I can feel happy again.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
You and how you're being yourself...
I was told tonight "maybe you embrace yourself the wrong way". What? I sit here not quite sure how to feel. I know nothing. Fuck, I don't know how to be me at this point. So, the question becomes, who shall play the part of Martha? I can't imagine. Is it a hard role or an easily overthought role? What is it that I can't comprehend about myself?
Monday, February 23, 2015
What's this thought formed in the shape of a questionable idea? Tis Curiosity.
The purest form of query is that developed by one who is not restrained by the forces of the outside world, cult mass, known as society. Yet instead, intrigued by forcing the limits of comfortable living and charging with great force that which society calls order. They are not afraid to unveil the treasures within the mangled mess of confusion that is ones true self, rather than idle by like a stoic imbecile. Their purpose is not, for they are not that vain, but yet instead because society has devolved past courteousness, is seen as insane. One man's trash, is this man says, the ever popular populous of presumptuous pinheads. The only time civilization will give you, is the ever uncivil Time Of Death. You speak too loud, you act too proud and you'll never be better than the we that is society.
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Thursday, February 19, 2015
From chaos to sanity
My mind wonders from the depths of chaos to the edge of sanity.
I can do nothing but hope that the journey helps me develop myself further as a whole.
The many pieces that make up the mosaic that is Martha is a jumbles mess of the happy, sad, mad, glad, terribly, horrifically, wonderful mayhem that is I.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Sunny Marty Real estate Marketing!
Sunny Marty Real estate Marketing.
Depending on the day she will choose who to lay with and play with and
LOVE
It is a liquid thing that is ever changing. It and you will never be the same after.
As for thous who can't understand or play its quite a shame.
People no matter there age or personality can be perfect for her as long as she can see them belonging completely to her.
After all she cant wait to give them "all" of her time.
Just be cautious, cause seeing is done not with the eyes but with the mind.
For it is more AND less kind, because it does not see the same lies.
LOVE
It is a liquid thing that is ever changing. It and you will never be the same after.
As for thous who can't understand or play its quite a shame.
People no matter there age or personality can be perfect for her as long as she can see them belonging completely to her.
After all she cant wait to give them "all" of her time.
Just be cautious, cause seeing is done not with the eyes but with the mind.
For it is more AND less kind, because it does not see the same lies.
Passerby's determination of me when I am dressed up in this dressed down dreadful dairy state of stupidity...
All dressed up like a stupid little slut!
Look at her luscious red lips, just begging to be bit and kissed.
She wears her clothes taut so you know how she likes to be grabbed and clutched.
Lest we forget that string of cheap pearls around her neck, says she likes when you choke her until her whore blue eyes water.
And those tights so tight across that ass and what an ass it is. Perfect to slap and spank and kiss and bite and fuck.
Oh that dirty little cunt!
Strut my way in your high heels of coquette confidence, so I can give you what you are showing everyone you obviously want.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I am not a true blogger!
So this whole blogging thing... How bout that. I still am a little unsure about it. The only real reason I started was so I could show this dude that I was in to him by posting all kinds of nice thing about his site on my site and blog about it. Well that didn't really work out. So, I am going to try and do it for other reasons. The reasons are still unknown to me but so far just being able to talk/type what is on my mind fees pretty damn good. I have no idea what I will talk about. But this is not a site for the faint of heart, young, or religious. I am a blatant ass in person, and don't feel like changing on MY blog. Just saying! So some of the topics that may appear on this will be Bikes, Porn, Hate, ADHD, Reefer, Sodomy, big words you may have to Google, personal problems that I just want to bitch about, and stuff I type about in my sleep. I will also randomly put up pictures cause that will drawl in readers. I mean really a good looking girl that likes to shoot, ride bikes, snowboard, ride horses, and other active stuff makes people want to read/see more. Oh and I will also add, since this is not a published book, school paper, or paper for work I will not put too much thought in to spelling, grammar, or word usage. I am too ADD for that, and just don't care. So yeah. I think I am done for the day but who the hell knows, I may be back in a few minuets bitching about how my boyfriends youngest daughter never listening.
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