Today I'm feeling a little guilty. My mother wrote me from the prison again (she is such a downer). She says she needs $500.00 American so she can bribe the Warden to give her a blanket. As if it’s my fault that she was caught smuggling.

I told her no matter how hot the Turkish guy is she should never swallow condoms full of hashish. She never listens to me though. I cannot enable her and her poor choices by giving her the money. And god knows that if I give her the money this time she'll just want another $500.00 for monthly shower privileges or something else stupid.

Plus there is a REALLY cute purse at Nordstrom...its price $499.99. Now that's what I call irony. Sorry mama, but some lessons are harder to learn than others.

PLAY-doh NO MO'


Heart relinquished
broken for
another's sick pleasure,

Broken into bits
of veins and meat
scattered on the floor,

Nothing but play-doh
pliable and salty
color of your choice,

Molded and squeezed
through strange shapes,
cut up and mushed back
together and cut up again,

I am not a cheap toy clay
like substance for you to abuse,
In the end you'll be the one
who'll die alone,

That stupid bitch whore
that you say you love,
gone with a truck driver or
bowling ally attendant,

Just a bitter memory in your
pathetic adult diaper wearing
sad life as you struggle to
eat prunes and sip your ensure.