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.

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Eat, Prey, Fuck?

How many of yours were read?

Failed celebrity attempt.

Ditto.

"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?