I have been writing a lot lately. Not much of it can be used for a novel,
but other stuff slips out as well.
More talk of helping those in need.
Empty talk from suits full of greed.
Your hollow efforts will surely fail.
Our largest mental health facility.
Is the Los Angeles County jail.
That is what we do with those we don't like.
We throw them away. Out of the light.
Just a trap that a lot get caught in.
I am the mentally ill.
And I will not be forgotten.
Who gets to be made into fable?
Who decides who gets what label?
Who gets to be on the wrong side of the gun?
I am the mentally ill.
And I have never hurt anyone.
But I have the will to live.
Perhaps I have something to give.
Learning different ways to think and grow
I am the mentally ill.
And I am stronger than you know.
Another scapegoat will need to be found.
We are not the reason there is blood on the ground.
Money causes some to crawl on all fours.
I have my own demons to wrestle.
I just don't need yours.
Rita the Sugar Black Rose is 42 days into flower. She is really
stinky and really sticky. To touch her is to need rubbing alcohol.
She is starting to show amber at an alarming rate. Not quite yet, but she is close.
This one is going to be early.
Mandy the Sugar Candy is turning into a nice little flowering girl. Day 29 for her.
I cannot tell what she smells like because She sits next to Rita
the odorific one. Lol.
Kristin the Critical Kush is on day four of life and is still pulling
guard duty for some dirt.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.