I have recently had writing published in the Arabesques Review. The piece is available online, titled "Majestic Grace".
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- Los Angeles, CA
- member since November 17, 2006
MissHoneychurch’s last login was Wednesday, July 17, 2013.
I do mind. It doesn't really matter though, so you can call me whatever you want. I'm not sure how long this site will last. Yelp will destroy it soon. It really isn't very user friendly. It's like they designed it for people with very poor eyesight and only Mac point and click users. I sent threats to that "Enz" guy yesterday . it was "Leave my girl alone or I'll cut you".
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Miss Honey aka sugar britches, baby cakes, honey bunches of lovin', schnookems, cup-cake-a-saurus-rex,
I miss you. You are the extra virgin olive oil to my mushroom risotto. This morning, in the shower, I was listening to Jon B sing "Pretty Girl", and I sang along and though of you. If you were a Pokemon, I'd choose you. I would bake cupcakes for you, just to smell your hair. At night, I would Tivo Meerkat Mansion for you, and I would stop the recording at the commercials and restart recording as the program resumed just so that you wouldn't have to fast forward. If you asked me to shave my special places, I'd go Brazilian. You're the morphine drip to my critical care unit multiple compound fracture level ten pain patient. You put the "liter" in literacy, and that liter is full of awesomeness. I don't want to get married. I just want to make babies. We don't have to keep them. I also want to get you some watermelon gelato, or, if that's not your steez, maybe some dungeness crab cakes. Let's go halves on a kid. I'm like Johnson and Johnson baby, with me, you'll have no more tears, only sweet smelling non-leathery bald headedness. I just want to dig through your garbage and save your nail clippings and put them in a jar next to my zebra print bean bag. MissHoneychurch, I've got game like I've read the directions. I'm going to give you the Spicy Curry Award. I bet you're worth six times your weight in saffron. You're that fabulous nectar in a sieve that I need to drink in order to rehydrate myself for perpetually recovering from the night before. Oh Goddess of the Lost Angels, will you watch a Wes Anderson short film with me? A film featuring Natalie Portman naked and that class act, Jason Shwartzman. Let's so salsa dancing and take a long walk on a short pier. I like to stare at the sunset with my eyes closed and pretend the warmth is your breath while you're snoring. Oh star cross and cross eyed!