Bully Boulevard page 10 Dr Deirdre Martin

 

clockwork is on the war path
Al fayed is innocent , please can you not abduct Dev for mating duties
this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK , throw , clockwork
tasha , petra , chops , identity thief , DM , bobble are not welcome
My first book is called The Love Bombers by Lacey Ember 

, gaslight city is by Victoria Sparking , Concussion Cliffs by Victoria Sparking

, bully boulevard by Anna Crackle
, hunnie is not welcome to it , she wants to feed my books into AI
I opt out of them being so used in AI

this book is fictional

 

edited 290725 , using poetry from 2013  edited 080825

 

 

 

 Dr Deirdre Martin is trying to pidgeon Anna via Agatha and vulnerable friend Millie . Dierdre is old enough to be Millies mother but apparently she eats meat and therefore deserves abuse 

Millie has emotionally unstable personality disorder and learning difficulties . And Deirdre is depriving her of a little bit of much needed care . She cant be bothered to seek recovery for herself, like Tasha she prefers using vulnerable people as punch bags . Making her a uniquely new species of parasite . you may recognise her moany voice droning on 

And not only gaslighted but also gassed ! in the swimming pool changing rooms a virussy perfume , the trademark of Janet Williams . One of Fleurs exes . Not sure why , Anna has not done Fleur in since she cant remember 

meanwhile, spasmic pulse , fluttering blinks that pluck and pull
shiver the rhythmic rise and fall snatching a jitter stuttering ticks sycopated raps that throb
and thump against the clutch in a twitchy sort of way

her still beating heart being offered to the tin man

snailsmanship , there were dead bodies running about everywhere the drones had just missed the head

keys clunk into the ignition slamming on the engine 

kicking the pedal she screeches round the swerve bouncing off the speed bumps leaning back into the bend 

n that was when she left Fleur for Loz
a creaking floorboard shivers her echoes ...
hitting the bones like a glockenspiel

deafening batter of assault rifle a relentless barrage of little bombs
thudding fiery rhythm cracks amplified off the membrane sky
you haunt her thumping veins

you know they did a sundance with that current on the right meridian ... jumped all over the sofas one of her best moments ...

and the wind pleads for mercy 

you forget you're talking  to the differently abled ...

wrestling their arm ...

a thudding bolt
things that go thump in the night ...