venting via artwiculate entries:
from this observation deck, the train wreck that is your life, still manages to perturb me & cause immeasurable strife
when we talk~the volcano that is my temper threatens to erupt~do i balk communication or perturb you & say “your woman is morally bankrupt”?
who am i to perturb your shack of fractured glass? answer: i’m your 1st son’s mom & i’m here to remind you that he’s irreplaceable, you ass!