My third cousin Ivanic has IMM Disorder.
Without pausing for breath, he commandeers all conversations.
Family reunions are ruined because no one else can speak.
His mother, Elzoretta says “Go sit somewhere else Ivanic!”
Ivanic has hundreds of degrees; he is an expert on everything.
He does not interrupt you, he simply does all of the talking.
Once he bites into you like a wood tick on a boar’s head, it’s over.
IMMD is a horrible disorder to experience. Some never return.
I finally figured out a strategy. Always sit at Elzoretta’s table.
He is not allowed to sit with her, right? Others have also figured it out.
We had to build an enormous round table now,
Where we are all heading, hoping Ivanic will sit anywhere else.
Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And moisture derived from a plant. Oh great leaf of leaves. How wonderful. How explosive and erotic the Zen like military precision of a tampered live performance and a jeopardy swung with an iron rope. Wielding an axe then. In a sub continent a prawn sunbathes only at left angles to the sun. Whilst the world sleeps. A fish claps. A wave sings. And a moon laughs. Sin in the bin then. Singing an aria to the trumpeting swans who swarm many metres above this globe. Canopy. Cacti. Call. Cakes. Calligraphy. Can. Ice tray flake not on a boom zoom board as the radiation leaks in a circular circulating pattern. 5.6 zebras. Xxxxxxx ha and I will have a dainty cup in the garden ball with all the ornaments. Xxxxx
you say i act weird and i am weird
if changing my hair color every month and having fun and being goofy n being myself
then yes im weird and i am proud of it
your siting there judging me when imm here having fun
being myself
you people sit and talk about me behind my back and cant say it to my face
im me get over it
BEING WEIRD IS AWSOME!!!!!!!!
I been scared of changes
but changes haven't been scared of me
I lost so much
but gained more
...
looking in the mirror i see me
me
who is she anymore?
I question it all the time
the things i done haven't been her
or have they ?
maybe i have things buried deep with in me
imm not a weak person
but i wanna think so
maybe i lost something along this path i been walking on ,,
but changes always happen wither i want it too or not
so its always in my control
imm mix it up
and walk alone
and find my self once more..
because i countine to get lost
see i dont know much about writing styles ,, but i have taken a class or two
imm not much for mathmatics
but give me a pen and paper and, words just flow
because you see
to be a great writer
to be a excellent story teller
you have to have lived life
for 17 almost 18 years
i lived
lived and learned about
the hardships of life
and the pleasures of life
because isn't all literature
the understanding of life
the search of questions
....
imm not a rocket sciencetist
but i am a writer
a proud thing i love to share
because with words imm set free
with words i understand
with words i find my self
a thing i forget at times
but never lose
...
for me
my writing defines me
and imm proud of that
how how couldnt i see it before
that im more beftuf8ul than i ever thought
why couldnt i see it
i was blinded by heart of thy pain thy still felt in thy heart
how is it so
that i can feel it now
how its it that i can feelk it now '
is that i can love myself now
since i learned to forgive
thwe one thaty heart me deeply insi de ny heart.
is it true it takes time to recover and to hill from
being broken
i need answers this is weird and everything y y '
why do i feel this way .
tell me tell me please tell me i need to know
i cry and cry inside trying to figuare out
what it is thats getting me backk to my
old me 'i guess God have a plain for me
so isnt that he wants me to be happy
eventhough he no imm not perfect which is true
wow im so happy that i finally coming back to the old me
i run i yell i do everythingt to understand what it is that having be so me
not being mad
not being sad
but might think back to it once in a while or even
get upset or sometimes i might just be a happy lilltle soul
that just my mix up feelings thats just me
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