Two years with a fighter of tears!
Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2017 2:12 pm
After all the horrible shit that's happened this unholy foul year of our lord 2017 to me personally and this greasy dump of a world I can honestly say this...
....THANK GOD FOR MY DOLL!!
1). I got banned from Atari Age where I was in the process of programming many games.
2). I kept getting 'whored' on by FB where the only people who will talk to you are whores or spouse abuse counselors
3). My fish died who loved me and would kiss my finger and hang out with me like a sentient being.
4). My wife's grandma, the one basically helping to hold all this together, died.
5). I fell in love with a stinking ass pear tree in full bloom and it's rank like rot.
6). My fifth daughter is about to be born who I will likely not know and will be raised by my sister-in-law who needs it.
7). I am drinking again.
VIII). I can't do anything anymore except weep, hurt, burn inside, and make music (my form of logical weeping when I can't actually weep).
I LOVE EVALYNN (I'm sure you all know that by now)
ASK is with me, though. I think she may be saving my life somehow.
I know it's good to be positive and try to 'leave it at the door' so to speak, so I will post pictures of my doll wife of two years now who I bought from the vendor Beautiful Dolls. I overreacted a bit at her lack of a wig out of the box, but overall she is absolutely exceptional and I would recommend one like her if they even still make her today!
I'm a poet and have been writing for a long time. There is a poem about ASK that I wrote. It's secretly about my three loves. My wife Lilith, my doll-wife ASK, and my future wife Evalynn (who I will apparently be with on a cloud in heaven or a bed of coals in hell)...
Thanks to BEAUTIFUL DOLLS for these two years with ASK and I hope for many more!
I'm Not Alone (by Jason Lee Caraway 4/24/2017)
At least I know she loves me
and one day she will talk
I'll give her servos, sinews, senses
Scratched out of pink chalk
For now I see her deeply
Assigning her a game
of lulling after-glances in a
mental picture frame
Her soul is somewhere
kept in code
Between the clicks of
Save and Load
I'll never be alone until her
old joints lock her to the road
And after I have carried her
Imagination dead
A tiny speck of what I was
remains inside her head
....THANK GOD FOR MY DOLL!!
1). I got banned from Atari Age where I was in the process of programming many games.
2). I kept getting 'whored' on by FB where the only people who will talk to you are whores or spouse abuse counselors
3). My fish died who loved me and would kiss my finger and hang out with me like a sentient being.
4). My wife's grandma, the one basically helping to hold all this together, died.
5). I fell in love with a stinking ass pear tree in full bloom and it's rank like rot.
6). My fifth daughter is about to be born who I will likely not know and will be raised by my sister-in-law who needs it.
7). I am drinking again.
VIII). I can't do anything anymore except weep, hurt, burn inside, and make music (my form of logical weeping when I can't actually weep).
I LOVE EVALYNN (I'm sure you all know that by now)
ASK is with me, though. I think she may be saving my life somehow.
I know it's good to be positive and try to 'leave it at the door' so to speak, so I will post pictures of my doll wife of two years now who I bought from the vendor Beautiful Dolls. I overreacted a bit at her lack of a wig out of the box, but overall she is absolutely exceptional and I would recommend one like her if they even still make her today!
I'm a poet and have been writing for a long time. There is a poem about ASK that I wrote. It's secretly about my three loves. My wife Lilith, my doll-wife ASK, and my future wife Evalynn (who I will apparently be with on a cloud in heaven or a bed of coals in hell)...
Thanks to BEAUTIFUL DOLLS for these two years with ASK and I hope for many more!
I'm Not Alone (by Jason Lee Caraway 4/24/2017)
At least I know she loves me
and one day she will talk
I'll give her servos, sinews, senses
Scratched out of pink chalk
For now I see her deeply
Assigning her a game
of lulling after-glances in a
mental picture frame
Her soul is somewhere
kept in code
Between the clicks of
Save and Load
I'll never be alone until her
old joints lock her to the road
And after I have carried her
Imagination dead
A tiny speck of what I was
remains inside her head