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I tried to read "Scottie" too, but there are grammatical errors in every single sentence, more than one even, making it completely unreadable.
Where she got the idea she is a writer is a mystery. Without proper grammar, you can't write. A musician who doesn't understand rhythm can't create music, a painter who is colorblind can't do landscapes, and a mechanic can't fix a car without tools. You need the basics, and she doesn't have them.
In her mukbang video, wasn't she talking about some fan fiction that was too embarrassing to talk about? I wonder if it's this Kate Winslet shit.
Would it be a fairy tale or a true story about losing her limbs to diabetes?She should write a story about a girl who loses weight by eating ramen, pizza rolls, chips, candy and eating out everyday and never moving.
Her damn hands are getting so dark too. I found a video of her back when she lived with K saying she applied for Medicaid and was only given like the most basic coverage which didnt even cover doctors visits. So I have to assume she has none right now.Would it be a fairy tale or a true story about losing her limbs to diabetes?
Interesting insight into how messed up her way of seeing other people is."Restless Leg, or Another Shit Poem"
Bun and chokers, knees and toes.
My leg has a soul of its own.
In spite of my complaining about pain in my soles,
My leg wants to just up and go.
My leg knows I have abandonment issues,
And trust issues, to boot.
Despite knowing this, my leg still wants to leave me like everyone else.
Gaze upon the twists, the turns,
The bumps, the burns, like waves in the waters of Bora Bora.
My leg looks as chaotic as I feel inside.
My doctor told me that if I loved it, I would set it free.
But he only went to school for eight years- What does he know?
Who is he, even?
They look at us and judge us in line at Walmart. Oh how they judge.
But they're the freaks, they're the ones stuck in unhealthy relationships- Not us.
They're just jealous because we're on a scooter and they have to trudge.
This pain in my heart and in my leg has dwindled to a dull, throbbing sensation
Primarily on the left, like where I stand politically.
Implying I could stand.
I could stand, though, to lose a few extra pounds,
But you couldn't ask my leg to lift a finger and help me up these steps.
We're always together, and yet I feel so alone
Like a monster truck in the night.
sis it's not adding up
Here is a link to the YouNow from today.
Best of ALR's poetic genius:
Best of ALR's poetic genius
Best of ALR's poetic genius:
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