You're not getting out. Not from this, anyways. The land doesn't allow shacks with stone foundations, or even dirt. No home. Just fines. Because it devalues the mansion besides it. You pay the price but do not own the land. It takes you whole, demands you give more and more slices of a pie that's … Continue reading For Free
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Budget
Electricity changes from month to month, But, on average: 100...Maybe. Garbage: 20 Phone: 48 Car Insurance…we’ve been in too many wrecks. Medication: 50 something That changes all the time But I’m mostly ashamed that I even have it. Gas: 200 More insurance: 93 Because it’s illegal to not have enough. Groceries: I don’t want to … Continue reading Budget
When You’re Ashamed to be a Writer (or any other kind of artist)
We all reach this point, I believe. No matter what point in your life you are, there's a sort of private, pathetic shame to being an artist. We don't invent the next medical miracle. We don't easily provide a huge house and car for our family, most of the time. And, most of us, rarely … Continue reading When You’re Ashamed to be a Writer (or any other kind of artist)
My Spouse, the Dreamer
You dream so many things. Leaving me to hold my tongue and confess I don't believe. Because you dream to cope, and I dream for direction. You, to imagine meaning to your strife. And I to put a place to strive for. You don't remember, I can't forget. That I in my weakness can only … Continue reading My Spouse, the Dreamer
I don’t like letting go of Money
I don't like letting go of money. I know, I know, I'll pay, because I want it. But, just for a moment, remember I'm handsie and don't like letting go of money. Yes, yes, I know you need it as well. You did the job, you did what I want, now here it is, but … Continue reading I don’t like letting go of Money
Wicked
Swallow the cap of bleach and hide the poison you take every day so you can afford to kill yourself. Evict the yellow blood. Make salvation tenderly, then sit it in the corner in a dirty onsie, while you fill your home with hellfire money and sickness. Drink deep of pleasure whenever you want, pretend … Continue reading Wicked
Author T.S. Lowe 