I show up. He's running around shirtless in the front and back yards pulling weeds talking with neighbors. We're inside. I watch him fasten a band round his arm. He has prepped needles. He tries giving me one. I'm still using my nose.

We've showered and dressed. I've vomited once or twice. I like projectile fluid. I feel empty and still. I am his doll. He is kind to me. I smell his neck. I kiss his shoulder. I am happy he speaks to me. He holds my hand as we walk.

Life is simple and plain. Love leads our actions and words.

He takes me to a restaurant. I am not hungry and I'm satisfied with this. I vomit twice more. He orders for us painstakingly exactly what I'd want. Arm in arm we walk and talk around the shops. He fixes my plate. I experience love and warmth without eating. I vomit again in the reataurant bathroom. It is effortless and graceful.

He speaks to everyone. I am happy he is in control and so kind and caring to me.

It is time to go. I vomit again in the grass. He never watches. It never happened.

We pick up fancy chocolates for his parents. I am light and happy as we stop for a visit.

He fills cups of drink when we are home. I am tired and thankful I will sleep. He is wanting attention. His therapist said intercourse is not best for me unless we are married. I am pleased with her assessment and his acceptance of this. I give him oral. It is my moment of control. I try to enjoy the sensual.

I will be hungry when the drug wears thin. I will sleep. I will drool. I will be motionless til he tells me awake.

He will toil and trouble cause thats what he does with his drive to be man.

I am slow and empty. I am satisfied with kindness. I seek the numbing high. I don't mind the vomit.

I came to him with itches I could not scratch, with visions and thoughts I could not control, a racing in my heart and mind.

He doesn't mind to say, I've had a hard time.

When do I close my tab?

How many times are you going to post this?

He says hey, hey, hey bay bay bay. A doggie always runs to her bone.

I'm happy on my sofa. It is firm and long and retro. I like the afghan. I like the silent screen.

I'm sometimes left to wonder, when will they come and drag the body out of the house.

He just tell the cops we don't need any help. The house is kept in order. The kitchen table is always neat.

How many times are you going to post and whine as if any one is ever really gonna be interested in your specs

I'm interested to see where this could possibly lead.

There's someone on the wing! Some... THING! I'm sorry, what were you saying?

whos saying anything

It is the mucus that binds us

I am more interested in her than you . You need help Badly

me

I reposted the intro to my topic. I decided I didn't care for my initial title. It's a loopy hole.

Your interest in her is not unlike your lower intestine: stinky and loaded with danger

ALL INTERESTED PARTIES:

Hook up. I implore you to clean up this wasted site.

You know, gingivitis is the number one cause of all tooth decay

etrain I would rather listen to lilly's little b!tches then her drug crap.

Or in other words, sitting on your *** deciding what's good and bad and right or wrong for you may lead you appropriately to one another.

Well, I try and keep up appearances no matter how good the chocolate feels smeared across my teeth and gingiva before i pass out.

Never been to an AA convention? I think there's one right here. She's lovely and brilliant. Go for it.

Wow, You guys have so much fun when I am gone.

Ever been to jail. I think they have one in every city in america. Go for it.