Thursday 5 November 2015

PostSecret Poison #8

I'm going to take a few weeks off to relax and think once more. At the moment everything feels stale and shallow, and my writing reflects that.

Enjoy the latest PostSecret lunacy, a slice from the inside of people's secret life.
Antidepressants, no wonder she feels "empowered".
Proof still required.
A moment of clarity about a Worthless™ career.
Eat, Prey, Fuck?
How many of yours were read?
Failed celebrity attempt.
"Limited rights" my ass. Stupid bastard.
Tits. 'Nuff said.
A new twist on women's theft and shoplifting.
Wonder where she's gone looking - the local sluttery?
Back when the playmates weren't tattooed, drug-using lesbians. Still pretty-much worthless though.
"I coulda been a contenda."
Want some blue cheese to go with that sour whine?

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