Jesus loves your mouth, Sugar

-Just not the Things You Say.

My body needs a hero
Come and save me
Something tells me you know, how to save me
I’ve been feeling weird (oh)
Oh, I need you, to come and rescue me…

I am the hero of this story,

I don’t need to be saved.

(It’s al-right it’s al-right it’s al-right it’s al-right it’s alright…)

To borrow a phrase; I brokened. Pretty bizarre state I’m in right now.

In good news, however, today I got Two articles published. Two whole pieces what I writtened*, on display.




That’s smile-worthy, I think.

: )


*Intentional. Just in case you weren’t sure.


About Stephy

50% happy, 50% wildly uncertain. 94.7% bewildered, 78% raving mad, 4.5% awesome, 63% tea/coffee and cake. Wearing odd clothes, favouring odd points of view and Drifting Aimlessly since 1991. View all posts by Stephy

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