All The Words...

Someone should have copy-written the Alphabet.

I wish it were Me, Genie.

Then I could own all the words.

The Last Thing...

The Last thing I want to feel is what you do.

Key Words...

Aren't anymore baby beds
Barbecue Best
Better...

Big Bitch blog
Boy buffoon
Car
Change days...

Down drinking Drunk
Face Fact
Father five...

Fuck Fucking
Get good Guess
Happy Hard
Hate Head...

Help home
Hope horse
Horses house...

Love lover
Mean Mental
Money Morning...

Mother
Night old
One People...

Point
Pretty pub
Reason Remember...

Right Road
Sun
School suxs Shit...

Sister
Six small
Son...

Stop Story
Think Thirty
Thought three...

Time together
True
Two...

Undiagnosed
Wish Word
Work World...

Write
Wrong Years
Me Myself Eye...

god...

god has a lot to answer for...

August Eighteenth...

Today is...

The day I gave birth day.

War...

War.

Terrorism inflicted by politicians.

Clever Boy...

My Hubby's just discovered something new.

Heterosexual gay sex.

Watch out, Arse.

Wake Me Up...

Wake me up...

When September begins.

Hot Air...

Hot air doesn't rise.

It seeps out from underneath the doona...

Once...

I can do anything...

Once.

My Advice...

Fuck...Like you're being filmed.