Joy M.

She's in love with herself She likes the dark On her milk white neck The Devil's mark It's all Hallows Eve The moon is full Will she trick or treat I bet she will She's got date at midnight With Nosferatu Oh baby, Lilly Munster Ain't got nothing on you Well when I called her evil She just laughed And cast that spell on me Boo Bitch Craft Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing Dye em black Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots And clove cigarettes An erotic funeral For witch she's dressed Her perfume smells like Burning leaves Everyday is Halloween Loving you was like loving the dead

Hey guys, I'm super excited about publishing the final chapter of Chester and the 24-hour lottery. When I started out writing Chester I wanted it to be a fun Halloween story, but it turned into so much more! Wattpad is fun and I used this song as the chapter ambiance. Now that I banged out the semi-ending to Chester I can concentrate on BRINGING THE FIGHT & TRICKING ASTRID.  Wishing everyone a safe and happy Halloween! Joy M. https://www.wattpad.com/story/122159813-chester-and-the-24-hour-lottery

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Valentine is done Here but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet 40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet 40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on Then the door was open and

Hey love, you're not still afraid of our dearly departed, right? Cause Earhart, Mozart, Joan of Arc and all of their friends are expected tonight Listen now, we have little time so let's find some festive decor Break out the candles, the cabernet, strike up the band Let's all raise the dead And ask them to come to feast A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits Let's all break some bread And merry down the boulevard Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased Come on, don't you tell me that you don't recognize anyone This is Miss Dickenson, go ahead and tell her, her poems really lived on Everyone, life is strictly for the living, like you and me But tonight we are sharing, despite this odd pairing you see Let's all raise the dead And ask them to come to feast A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits Let's all break some bread And merry down the boulevard Give medals of honor to all of the goners and decea

A woman is at home when she hears someone knocking at her door. She goes to the door, opens it and sees a man standing there. He asks the lady, "Do you have a vagina?" She slams the door is disgust. The next morning she hears a knock at the door, it's the same man and he asks the same question to the woman, "Do you have a vagina?" She slams the door again. Later that night when her husband gets home she tells him what has happened for the last two days. The husband tells his wife in a loving and concerned voice, "Honey, I am taking off tomorrow so I can be home, just in case this guy shows up again." The next morning they hear a knock at the door and both run to it. The husband whispers to the wife, "Honey, I'm going to hide behind the door and listen and if it is the same guy, I want you to answer YES to the question because I want to see where he's going with this." she nods yes to her husband and opens the door. Sure enoug

Making sure to leave a giggling trail of booze tripping steps, I was elated his tall shadow took the bait to where to cage sat. He moaned and groaned as the van moved down the road, my sisters licking their lips to his mournful calls. Later... gasping,  weaving,  his blood seeping  into the autumn ground he had no where to go but down. Down into our lair where the fire licked the cauldron of despair. The walls of earth shook as we partook of his culpable body, flaying the deceitful flesh pound by pound until the sun rose pink & glorious ensuring another year without tears & one less lover to requite. Joy4no1

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Happy Tuesday,     Hey guys! Woke up today excited about my poem/story being published. I am pretty proud of this one. One week till Halloween and I've been down with the flu (ugh) and finding it hard to write.      I really hope to finish Chester and the 24-hour Lottery by next week as it is a Halloween story but we shall see. He's been a fun character to write and believe it or not this is my first time going dystopian but I think I am doing all right!    I hope you all have a fuktastic week and please check out the links below! Joy M. http://spillwords.com/there-i-was/ https://www.wattpad.com/story/122159813-chester-and-the-24-hour-lottery https://www.wattpad.com/story/122862989-tricking-astrid https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B071Y68ZCF&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_pT47zbG3PCB7N https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B071L1Y8V6&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_XU47zbZTM4PNQ

Aren't you something to admire, 'cause your shine is something like a mirror And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side 'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go Just put your hand on the glass, I'm here trying to pull you through You just gotta be strong 'Cause I don't wanna lose you now I'm looking right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Coming back into you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me I couldn't get any bigger With anyone else beside of me And now it's clear as this promise That we're making two reflections i

 

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies. "Great," the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?" Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

A horror film with social commentary sounds kind of boring, but "Society" is nothing of the sort. Paranoid Bill (Billy Warlock) feels trapped by his middle-class family and cannot believe what they may be capable of. A droll and bloody satire about the dangers of conformity in the "80s when money reigned and Nancy Reagan implored us all to just say "NO".

I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel I want to drive you through the night, down the hills I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear There something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same There something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel I want to drive you through the night, down the hills I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear There something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same There something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same There something inside you (there's something inside you)

It is the deepest desire of every writer, the one we never admit or even dare to speak of; to write a book we can leave as a legacy. And although it is sometimes easy to forget, wanting to be a writer is not about reviews or advances or how many copies are printed or sold. It is much simpler than that, and much more passionate. If you do it right, and if they publish it, you may actually leave something behind that can last forever.  - Alice Hoffman, "The book that wouldn't die," in New York Times Book Review , July 22, 1990  http://www.nytimes.com/1990/07/22/books/the-book-that-wouldn-t-die-a-writer-s-last-and-longest-voyage.html

When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That it's strange So strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Mmmm, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat lookin' over His shoulder at me And he's strange Sure is strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch, yeah Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch You got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch Beatniks out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I go When I look out my window What do you think I see? A

21st Century Lifelessness Our communication- Wireless Our telephone- Cordless Our cooking- Fireless Our youth- Jobless Our religion- Creedless Our food- Fatless Our faith- Godless Our labor- Effortless Our conduct- Worthless Our relation- Loveless Our attitude- Careless Our feelings- Heartless Our politics- Shameless Our education- Valueless Our follies- Countless Our arguments- Baseless Finally, our salary- Veryless

In Eastern Europe a man should be more careful of what he writes,  even to his girl friend. -Philip Roth on Milan Kundera's The Joke, Esquire April 1974 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Joke_(novel)  

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine. "House" for instance, is feminine : "la casa." "Pencil," however, is masculine : "el lapiz." A student asked, "What gender is computer?" Instead of answering, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation. The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be the feminine gender ( "la computadora"), because: 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to  everyone else 3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval and 4. As soon as

THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK : 1. Innovative 2.Preliminary 3. Proliferation 4. Cinnamon THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK : 1. Specificity 2. Anti-constitutionalistically 3. Passive-aggressive disorder 4. Tran substantiate THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK : 1. No thanks, I'm married. 2. Nope, no more booze for me! 3. Sorry, but you're not really my type 4. Taco bell? No thanks, I'm not hungry 5. Oh, I couldn't, no one wants to hear me sing karaoke 6. Where is the nearest bathroom because I refuse to pee in this parking lot or on the side of the road 7. I have to go home now, I have work in the morning

A true critic in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guest fling away, and consequently, is apt to snarl most, when there are the fewest bones. -Jonathan Swift, A tale of a tub 1750 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Tale_of_a_Tub  

In the cool of the evening when ev'rything is gettin' kind of groovy, I call you up and ask you if you want to go and meet and see a movie, First you say no, you've got some plans for the night, And then you stop, and say, "All right." Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you. You always keep me guessin', I never seem to know what you are thinkin'. And if a fella looks at you, it's for sure your little eye will be a-winkin'. I get confused, 'cause I don't know where I stand, And then you smile, and hold my hand. Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you. Spooky! If you decide someday to stop this little game that you are playin', I'm gonna tell you all what my heart's been a-dyin' to be sayin'. Just like a ghost, you've been a-hauntin' my dreams, So I'll propose, on Halloween. Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you. Spooky, Spooky, Spooky, Oh-whoa, all

There is so much more but... it is a blog. Music Monday ya'll.

Santana came into my life pregnant, giving birth to five lil kitties. They came out as wacky & cute as her I have pictures to prove it. If I call her name loud and clear, she'll follow me around outside to snoop but  other times she likes to jump on the windowsill giving me a heart attack. My cat is sometimes possessed. Santana gives me evil eyes, always swatting me whenever I walk by. Her fat belly jumps on my chest at night, making sure either I'm alright or to give me a fright. When she goes outside with the door still open wide, she'll bring me a live surprise to enjoy my startled cries. Yes,  my cat is mad, fat, supine & silly but Santana is the cherished one of Joy4no1  Joy M.

I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box Religion is the smile on a dog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah Shove me in the shallow waters Before I get too deep What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what? What I am is what I am Are you what you are, or? Oh, I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks Religion is a light in the fog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah

I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest Or the girl who never wants to be alone I don't wanna be there calling 4 o'clock in the morning Cause I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home Ah, the sun is blinding I stayed up again Oh, I am finding That that's not the way I want my story to end I'm safe Up high Nothing can touch me But why do I feel this party's over? No pain Inside You're my protection But how do I feel this good sober? I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth Please don't tell me that we had that conversation Cause I won't remember, save your breath, 'cause what's the use? Ah, the night is calling? And it whispers to me softly come and play But I, I am falling And If I let myself go I'm the only one to blame I'm safe Up high Nothing can touch me But why do I feel this party's over? No pain Inside You're li

I got somethin' to tell ya baby, don't get mad this time If you warm my wiener, you give me ease all up in my mind Baby, please warm my wiener, oh, warm my wiener Won't you just warm my wiener, 'cause he really don't feel right cold Now listen here, sweet baby, I ain't no lyin' man If you warm my wiener one time, you gonna want him again Baby, please warm my wiener, oh, warm my wiener Won't you just warm my wiener, 'cause he really don't feel right cold Said some says it takes hot water, baby, can't you see But your heat, baby's, plenty warm enough for me Baby, please warm my wiener, oh, warm my wiener Won't you just warm my wiener, 'cause he really don't feel right cold Now listen here sweet baby, it ain't no fake I'm beggin' you baby, now just give your daddy one break Baby, please warm my wiener, oh, warm my wiener Won't you just warm my wiener, 'cause he really don't feel ri

She is mine Eyes sucked like a vacuum across the candlelit room filled with the cloying sce nt of her perfume. She stole my voice before I had the chance to say your love is poison in the blackest of ways. Lips moved in crimson-colored synchronicity  urging my unlawful form into her vicinity. Nothing I saw that night or since had ever turned my hair as white as when she played in the blood  of my enemies singing softly to me. Joy4no1

Nightmarish   If I were you, I'd run like a demon. Tearing out your own soul before the hatred inside of my own finds you. Run through fire twisted,  used timber, falling over limbs of the outstretched spiritless. Dead skulls open wider into cavernous depths, ready to swallow any mis-stepped souls. Dare to imply you don't belong there and  watch as I impale you during my uncontrollable umbrage. It's your fault you demon man. I can't dream without your pain. Pain you serve and greedily I seek. I'll have no rest until your blood runs deep. Joy M.

When I was a teenager I had a boyfriend who's father had gotten him this album and he loved it so much he went and bought me a copy. I must have played it over a hundred times. RIP Tom, you'll be missed. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Petty

SERENITY See what you may see, for I see in you. Feel for what is there, for I am also reaching. Intuition is automatic, forthright with tangibility. Seeing intent reaching, our faith should be complete. I am your servant on this journey, take advantage of my sensitivity. The serenity in our souls is a goal we should show all. All to our loved ones and beyond because  life takes a toll. Dazzling peace someday we'll see, if humanity wants to be truly free. Free of pain and misery, it can be a placid reality. J.M.

Hello People, I know it's been a long minute since I've written to you, but I've been working hard on three projects and let me tell you, it's a full-time job. I love it though. As the saying goes, find something you love and you'll never work another day in your life. If you haven't joined Wattpad.com  https://www.wattpad.com to check out my books that's fine, there will be plenty posted here. I was thinking of posting excerpts and decided on my poem/story THERE I WAS. Sitting in bed one night watching the Stephen King movie 'The Dark Half', I banged out this tale of a monster and a human meeting on Halloween night. I love my dark humor so there's a bit of that. I pointed out to someone I never gender specified the human and loved the realization look I received. Hope everyone is having a fuktastic Sunday afternoon and please feel free to contact me! Joy M. There I was   As often I was, deep in my mood, I sat on