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The Bitch Who Stole Caylee

Damn, I'm Good
Casey Anthony, you're a bitch I'd like to see lynched
without the privilege of a last meal.
Your cootch is as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as smarmy as an eel, Miss Anthony.

Your tits are saggy sacks,
so it's obvious they're real.

You're a monster, Casey Anthony.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your hoo-haa is full of bed bugs.
You've got a black hole as your soul, Miss Anthony.

In order to bang you, a man would need
a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Casey Anthony.
You have a horse-toothed smile.
You should be used as bait
to hunt hungry crocodiles, Miss Anthony.

Given the choice between the two of you,
most would rather screw a hungry crocodile.

Your scunt is a foul one, Casey Anthony.
It smells like a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your whore-hole has been stuffed with unwashed cocks,
now your cunt is full of gunky spunk, Miss Anthony.

The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
STINK, STANK, STUNK.

Your body is NOT HOT, Casey Anthony.
You should be tied to a shit stained cot and left to rot.
We'd like to see you dead and splotched
with moldy purple spots, Miss Anthony.

You should be dumped in a swamp overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable, eaten up by coyotes,
leaving only bones mangled into unidentifiable knots.

The very thought of you nauseates me, Casey Anthony.
All hope for your redemption is completely lost.
Your attorney is a crooked jerky jockey
and all your life consists of is getting sauced, Miss Anthony.

Please, deep throat a three decker Velveeta and salami sandwich
with an extra helping of arsenic, you wicked baby killing witch!

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Damn, I'm Good
If anyone from the court asks; There have been credible threats against me as well as one very frightening incident:

I went to bed one night about a month ago and awoke to an angry mob of men in white coats breaking down my door. I must have fainted from the shock because that's the last thing I remember before waking up in an unidentified building bound to a wheelchair with duct tape. A man dressed as a doctor taped my eyes open, injected me with a drug he called "gravy for the brain" and interrogated me using strobe lights and water torture. He wanted to know who I'd been sleeping with. The list was so long I didn't know where to start! Read more...Collapse )
Damn, I'm Good
I have to begin with a disclaimer. I am not actually America's Most Hated (former) Mother. I'm a fictitious alter ego, also known as the conscience of the notoriously narcissistic Casey Anthony. I express my innermost thoughts and musings in uncut, uncensored, unhinged form. I like to think of myself as a legend out here in Deep Space Nine where I currently reside, as do the thousands of fans whom I merely tolerate. So, buckle the seat belt of your metaphorical Pontiac Sunfire and join me as we embark upon a comedic trip to a never never land beyond human comprehension, a place more mysterious than Area 51, a black hole of epic proportions, whose very existence is more questionable than that of Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster combined. Read more...Collapse )

Pain Unspeakable.

Moon Walker
I am still, two days later, thanking God that Merick is alive. He was mauled by the dog of a family friend on his face and neck. He has seven very shocking lacerations and ended up with 22 stitches. As scary as it was, and as ugly as his injuries are, it could have been so much worse. The dog, a German Shepherd Akita mix, could have killed him. If the bites had been just a smidgen in another direction, if the owner and my husband wouldn't have been within arm's reach ... Oh, God. I can't even consider the possibilities. Coming this close to losing Merick just makes us value every second we have with him all the more now ... Life is so fragile and precious. It can be taken away in an instant. That fact is ever so clear to me now. Every moment is a gift ... and we won't soon forget it.

The dog was put down within hours of the attack. There is absolutely no satisfaction in that fact for any of us.

We won't know about the severity of the scars until later but, considering his injuries, it's very likely that they'll be sticking around. Of course, we will do everything in our power and use every medical option available to help to minimize them in the future. As you can imagine, we are very upset about it. I tear up every time I think about it. My heart is broken. My beautiful, perfect baby boy has been scarred in ways that go far beyond his physical appearance. When I look at him, I do so with a brave face. I smile, I kiss him, I tell him he'll be fine. I refuse to let him see my fear or my tears.

Last night, I couldn't sleep. Alone in the dark with an indescribable ache in my chest, I suppressed my cries and tried to breathe through the pain. So many thoughts and anxieties washed over me. Things I've never considered before, fears I've not entertained in nine years of motherhood, blame I cannot help but place upon myself and his father. How could we have let this happen to him? How could we have gotten him this far only to fail him now? I feel like God entrusted this flawless child to me and now I've let the evil of this world, literally, eat him alive. Some decision, somewhere, could have been made differently and all of this could have been avoided. Why didn't we take the right path? God help me, I am so sorrowful. More than anything, I want Jesus to lay His healing hand upon my boy and make this all alright. Please God, hear my prayer ....

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Music

Moon Walker
I'm loving this song.

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They can say all they wanna say ....

Carole1


... I'm gonna carry on, keep on, singing my song.

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I'm Not Who I Was

Contemplative

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What a sad day ...

Moon Walker
I've taken flak over the years, but that has never stopped me from unabashedly rocking out to Michael Jackson. Say what you will about his personal life ... but no one can dispute the fact that the man was talented beyond measure. He was a true original and his star will shine forever.



His impact upon the music industry is incalculable. This sample map is only a glimpse at the scope of his influence. He has inspired countless artists over the years and will continue to do so for many more.

Amazing

Rest in peace, MJ. Only God can judge you now.

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