Month: September 2022

Like happiest.

Us.

You, and

My unconscious still had this agenda of continuing to have a certain kind of relationship. Romantically that I write about in a lot of songs until I, I grew up enough and was willing to sort of date against type to be transparent. And that’s when I met my husband because it was, you know, after 54 failed relationships.

I I was tired of hearing my own teardrops falling down my face when I first meet someone just the strangeness of the circumstance that perhaps they know my songs. They know my face. This must be a trip for them. I leave so much room for when I first meet people for it, to be slightly socially odd But then I’m over time.

I imagine that there would be a softening into perceiving me as a human being, and but some people can’t really get past the, the fame thing and, and some people can. But at the end of the day, when someone’s terrified, you know, in the past, if they were terrified to ask me out or The ones who got the dates are the ones who asked is all.

I could say The running joke was, you know, people would say to me a little lettuce, All right, I would say to them rather like you know, your future lover or partner is not going to be FedEx to your front door, but in my case, my husband did come to my front door so so I was having a meditation night at my house and I’d been working with several different artists and activists and we were all getting together to meditate and And, 

Hash-tag# — A cult of leggings and egg-whites

That’s true. Jimmy, I want for breakfast to for nausea one for dinner. And tonight, you’ve got like some award-winning food items there, correct. That’s the right, you mean? Okay, tell us. Well, well actually, let’s to have the people who won the awards. Talk us through each item either. What’s your name?

I’m Josie sessions Josie. What do you make? I have the fried charcuterie board which is fresh salami prosciutto. Mozzarella green apple. We toss it in a wonton fry. It and we talked away with creamy, goat cheese and Mike Spicy, honey. You put all that in the bread. Did you think?

I’m on frying. The actual container too.

What you mourn may not be what I’m worn but there is something for everybody to lament. Even if you know, my pain is bigger than your pain. I wonder if the timeless Russian is like Homburg, man. A ghost remaining, earthbound, to tell clueless genocide tourists with time. It is or if he is simply another human transformed by this place.

Into a portentous character himself. All I know is you didn’t mention the Pope but timeout. As I write this in April 2021, a stabbing pain. In my stomach pins me to the back of the chair, as if an invisible gnome has snuck up and stab me with a nitty needle, That happens more and more, but the good news.

The knitting needles are not from that elusive, mass on my kidney turns out the lump was iffy. But benign Though, no, sooner. Did I get that news? Then it was discovered. I had a throbbing kidney stone Apparently in there since at least 2016, when it was noted on an MRI and promptly forgotten as in, I was never told about it and continued to have these random piercing abdominal, pains in front and stabs of weird post-operative pain in back depending on where my bouncing baby, stone had wandered on any given nighter day mind you, I’d heard one treatment for this melody was going in through a ureter to remove the thing, the pearl.

And my penile oyster a prospect. I dreaded more than death itself. After months of regular urethra violation due to a mishap doctor’s words during back. Surgery the left my bladder non-functional, The word the nurse used was dead. The result of me, being on the table, two extra hours after Dr.

Butterfingers sliced, a vein that it took two hours to unsplice. And I awoke to a tube in my junk and a bag strapped to my th