Apparently I am a Commie Crackpot with No Heart

Funny how we can actually bury the living.
Mentally, that is.
And i'm not just talking about the people here, but places, faces, objects, feelings, you name it.
Whatever it is you want to bury,

1. just dig up a ditch,


2.toss the aforementioned subject and cover it up with dirt.



3. (optional) Maybe give it a nice pat with the shovel at the end. Plant some pretty flowers as commemoration.


Or


spit at it, as you like because, hey, hands down, you're the boss of your mind.

But that's gonna give you some legal issues say you're in one of those places where youre not allowed to spit. (but.. in your mind? hold on yeah i guess it's legal to imagine that you're spitting in your head. sounds rather dumb though, if you ask me)

Not trying to make any point here, Not trying to bring a message across to anyone.
No judgements, leave that to the qualified.

Just because I don't exactly talk about Magical Fairytales and things like Frumpshey and Schrumpy's Never Ending Tales of Happy Times in Wonderland does not mean I am depressed and I want to kill myself and oh GOSH someone SAVE ME.

I believe in faith hope love and all the things I've come to learn about as a little girl. Just because I don't expose my soul inside out to the whole wide world doesn't mean I'm some sort of Fool, Atheist, Commie Crackpot on Drugs.


Rest your minds in peace.
there are no clues here, I am not Zodiac the killer for goodness' sake.
I do not want to kill anyone and neither do I want to encrypt a secret delusional message to be scrutinised by the public.


It's just that Vague is apparently Vogue to me.


Chill off, all Sherlock Holmeses, 'ya'll crampin my style'.

CAUTION: I'm totally back into my writing mood. As for now.

Really, i'm full of Candy floss and stuff like this.

no, Really.