He’ll have to see
Him
We Must
Find way to get BFF back!!!
We need kiss details!
Godotwait4me: Be honest, would you think me less of a man if I failed chem?
notall2gether: Aw . . . I don’t think much of you now. Lol
Godotwait4me: The thing you’re standing on? My ego. In case you didn’t know
notall2gether: Yeah, I knew. Lol. Ok, ok. Why are you failing chem?
Godotwait4me: They insist on the correct answer every time. EVERY TIME
notall2gether: How dare they?
Godotwait4me: Why can’t they just be happy I got in the ballpark of the right answer?
notall2gether: Good thing you’re not going to be a surgeon. I need you to know exactly where you are operating and not “a ballpark area”
Godotwait4me: You are so picky
notall2gether: Well, I’m dating you so . . .
Godotwait4me: Once again: Ego meet Bruise
notall2gether: Stop stalling and go study
Godotwait4me: Damn you : )
Next Day, in the Hall
Kelly stands with Godot “hair commercial” laughing
The kind of laugh that comes
With hair blowing in the wind
And perfect teeth
Kelly Sees Me
Smiles
Puts arms around Godot and
KISSES HIM!
On the cheek
My mind replays slow motion
Her lips. His cheek. My heart.
Let’s not overreact
He loves her!!!
“‘Overreacting,’ Party of One . . .”
“Right this way, young lady . . .
Tonight’s specials:
Smoked almond – crusted paranoia
Sautéed jealousy in a rich envy cream sauce
Pan-seared bruised ego on a bed of fresh misery”
Godotwait4me: Rain?
notall2gether: What?
Godotwait4me: Hey!
notall2gether: Hi.
Godotwait4me: Impact font. Did I do something?
notall2gether: Idk, did you?
Godotwait4me: ???
notall2gether: Is there something you need to confess?
Godotwait4me: Um . . . no . . .
notall2gether: Please, your Comic Sans font has guilt all over it
Godotwait4me: whatever
notall2gether: Don’t you Matisse ITC me!
Godotwait4me: Then don’t Impact me
notall2gether: I saw what you and Kelly were doing
Godotwait4me: Not gonna answer till you lighten your font
notall2gether: Fine . . . what were you doing with Kelly?
Godotwait4me: Don’t you Estrangelo Edessa me. I didn’t start this.
notall2gether: What were you doing with Kelly?
Godotwait4me: AGAIN. DON’T.CARE.FOR.YOUR.FONT.
notall2gether: Godot, what were you and Kelly doing?
Godotwait4me: Don’t you even try to hide behind the pleasant slant of French Script MT
notall2gether: Do you like Kelly?
Godotwait4me: NO. She was just asking for my chem notes. Why are you acting so
notall2gether: I Am Not!
Godotwait4me: Argh!!! I come online to talk to you, and you come at me with Impact (bold no less) for what? Some girl who gave me a peck on the cheek?
notall2gether: Why did she do that?
Godotwait4me: She left her textbook in class and I found it.
notall2gether: Yeah, right.
Godotwait4me: You’re being so
. Why can’t we just be Comic Sans or
notall2gether: Times New Roman . . . I’m sorry I’m not Standard enough for you. Maybe I’m not meant to be your girl !
Godotwait4me: Maybe you’re right . . .
[notall2gether has logged off]
[Godotwait4me has logged off]
Did Godot and I Just Break Up
No!
Please
No . . . Tide of tears
Brings unwanted things
Swollen eyes exhaustion
Stepmom
Please! Away
Stop Go
Acting Now
Like Don’t
You You
Care Know
I
Her Eyes Plead
I’m trying, Shay
Just tell me
What’s wrong
I’m Not Trying to Be
A pain
I’m sorry she got stuck
With me
Why pretend it was by choice?
She Spots the Many
Candy wrappers
Sprinkled throughout my room
Sighs
I Gather the Truth Just Above Her Head
Spelling
Out
What
She
Thinks
Her
Heart
Kara, you don’t even like me
The Tide
Takes back
Its offering
It’s Two a.m.
I’m hollowed, gutted
Unable to fill
Head for kitchen’s comfort
OMG
Kara stands in front of fridge
Inhaling chocolate pie!
Seriously
Whip cream in hair
Pie crust on chin
Chocolate sprinkles flying
Tears streaming, nose running
Uncontrollably
Um . . . Are You Okay?
Showing concern for her
Feels as unnatural as
Jeans on a chimp
Still . . .
She looks small, lost
She looks
Like me . . .
Her Words
Obstructed by pie filling
So she tries again
This time sorrow swallows
Her consonants and vowels
Like the Negotiator
In a bad action flick
I gently take the pie plate out of her hand
Give her a napkin
Sit her down
It is funny
Or would be
Had the weeping
Not sprung from
So deep
I Let Him Down
She confesses
She designated herself
My guardian
Not just on paper
She made a promise to Dad’s grave
To raise and care for me
I’m not a fan of capital punishment
Told her she would not have to
Strap herself down
Inject responsibility obligation
Into her veins
She Cleans Her Face Off
And laughs
The prisoner is rejoicing
At the talk of freedom
From parenthood
You Don’t Get It
She says sadly
As she assembles words
I have yet to completely understand
I have liked you since the second we met.
Why?
I’m not granola
Skinless tofu sun-baked
Will always be
Deep-fried extra-crispy
Disgrace
I Never Said That
Kara declares
I remind her how loud
Her actions have spoken
You Can
Yoga yogurt yuck and
Make me meals with
Nasty natural nutritious glop
They Won’t Work
Never found
A diet that does
She Smiles and Says
Just want you to eat when you’re hungry
Yell when yo
u’re mad
Cry when you’re sad
You’re trying to change me
She replies simply
I’m trying to help you
Least Tell Me
About the boy
Who’s making you cry
Her request is denied
Can’t talk about the boy
’Cause there is no boy
Not anymore . . .
“Boots, It’s Over!”
It takes Boots
Hours to calm me
“Try again with Godot”
she demands
notall2gether: Hello?
notall2gether: Godot?
notall2gether: Hello?
notall2gether: . . .
Send Dad Email
Know he won’t get it
Don’t care
Need him now
Send Tons of Email
Venting joking
Loving him
Like he was
Here
The Days
Without Godot
Are years
Gore and Blood
Are hot topics
Halloween
In full bloom
Chill in Air
Gray in clouds
Fear in films
Gloom inside
notall2gether: I know you won’t reply. I just saw a “man-eating” hot dog cart and thought of you.
notall2gether: Good night Godot . . .
Everything Is So . . .
Black/White
Shay/Pig
School/Home
eat/cry
eat/cry
eat/cry
Godotwait4me: So . . . this man eating hot dog cart . . . had it eaten anyone you know?
notall2gether: Godot!!!
Godotwait4me: Hey . . .
notall2gether: Um . . . um it ate my friend Shay which is fine bc she was kind of . . . crazy. But now she’s been replaced by me.
Godotwait4me: Who are you?
notall2gether: Not crazy Shay version 2.0
Godotwait4me: Wow, an upgrade. Cool.
notall2gether: Godot, about last time . . .
Godotwait4me: Yeah?
notall2gether: I know fonts . . . hurt. And I should have just asked you in “standard” Times New Roman.
Godotwait4me: That would have been good. But what would have been better is if you wouldn’t ask at all. I don’t want Kelly. I want you.
notall2gether: I know. I just can’t understand why . . .
Godotwait4me: Bc I have very good taste.
notall2gether: ;)
Godotwait4me: Every time someone says hi to me doesn’t mean that I’m leaving you for them, ok?
notall2gether: Yeah
Godotwait4me: I’ve missed you
notall2gether: Me too. Godot?
Godotwait4me: Yeah?
notall2gether: Overheard Kelly say you’ve been losing friends bc you’re with me.
Godotwait4me: Some, I guess. So what?
notall2gether: If you were with her, you could gain all your friends back. You know be “king & queen” of all things popular
Godotwait4me: Yeah but then I’d have to endure the “Kelly loves Kelly show” and well . . . nothing is worth that
notall2gether: Are you sure? I hear she has great surprise guests
Godotwait4me: Yeah, She, Herself & Her. It’s a trio. They come on and sing their big hit “Me, Me, Me”
notall2gether: I heard talk of a monkey
Godotwait4me: Yeah, but he’s in the union so, it’s hard to get him to do life-threatening tricks
notall2gether: So . . . no Kelly for you?
Godotwait4me: Not a chance
notall2gether: She’s pretty . . .
Godotwait4me: And?
notall2gether: :)
Godotwait4me: Don’t worry about Kelly or the “friends” I’m losing. Just work on finding your costume for Hudson’s Halloween party.
notall2gether: You’re really excited about this party thing huh?
Godotwait4me: We’ve had a party at his house since forever. It never changes. I like that. Since my rents split, very little stays the same so . . .
notall2gether: I get it. Change mostly sucks.
Godotwait4me: Sometimes it can be good. Like if you change your mind about your “I’m not gonna flash” Godot rule. That would be good.
notall2gether: You wish :)
Godotwait4me: All the time. Lol. Good night Rain.
Cell Blares:
In still night sky
Informs me:
One incoming text
It’s him again!!!
I’m Wrong :
Sender’s number:
Is not known
Text From ??????
http://www.GPBP.com
It Also Kills Cats
If someone makes bowl
Of reeking rotting fish guts
And says, hey you, eat up!
You’d know you were bound
For nausea and pain
Inside lies cruel twisted curiosity
Makes you wonder
Just how sick can this really make me?
So you open and give it a try . . .
Turns Out
Clicking the link is nothing like eating guts
It isn’t
F O O L I S H
It isn’t
N A U S E A T I N G
It isn’t
P A I N F U L
It is
L E T H A L
http://www.GPBP.com
Welcome to
Get the Pig Back in Its Pen
“Dedicated to protecting natural social order”
May is the big nasty pig you see below. She has broken out of her pen and was stupid enough to start walking amongst humans. Even amongst the king.
The king is too nice to tell her that she smells like a ton of trash. Or that she weighs as much.
But here is your chance to rescue the king from his all-too-kind heart.
SO . . .
Get the Pig Back in Its Pen
Save our royal hottie from swine!!!
http://www.GPBP.com
G* *A *M *E *S
May Who???
(May has taken a pic w/the king. Just upload your pic to replace her.)
Pig ’n’ Pie
(How many pies can you shove down May’s throat? Hurry, the clock is ticking!)
Pig ’n a Blanket
(Grab May and wrap her up in a blanket to send her back to the pen. Careful! She won’t go without a fight!)
May She RIP
(How will you get rid of May? Embarrass her to death? Send her off a cliff? Or make a mean breakfast? However you do it, do it quick before the king shows up!)
http://www.GPBP.com
GPS
Have you spotted May with the king?
If so, mark it here on the map!
RAG CHAT
Here you can discuss what awful rag May has on today.
(There are currently 60 users online.)
Petition:
Save the king!
Currently 99 users have signed up.
Join us!!!
“MAY”
Has
My
Face
Please, Please, Please
Don’t ask me how I am feeling
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Make your own words
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It’s Only Been
F O U R
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Can’t think yet
Can’t breathe yet
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Me?
Heart Is
Mango tossed in street
Run over by Mack truck
Split Smashed Veins Valves
Burst. Splat. Smear.