My name is Paula Whitfield, I am an reactionary poet and writer.
A sample of my legalised insanity is here on my blog ~
please feel free to stop by and have a read ~
leave a comment too maybe.
I can supply custom work for you ~ personalised poetry for a loved/hated one,
Personalised short stories ~ of any genre, oh la la!
just email me with your requirements,
Try to take me seriously and I wont laugh at you!
'laugh at me little one, for I am on fire, shake me into an eternal being, for I may want to stay here longer than expected'
Follow me here ->>> http://twitter.com/PaulaWhitfield
publishers,
literary agents,
poets,
writers,
Inked up people
unusual/strange/insane [not clinically]
Intelligent people,
people with a love of life,
interesting people,
i hate losers,
dont contact me if you have no brain.
Please only contact me if you know how to have a conversation about just about anything..I get bored easily... please feel free to be shocked at my words ~ see you in hell.
'If I get bored will you be my toy?'
Did you get called weird at school too?
~~Paula Whitfield Poetry ~~'s Friend Space (Top 25)
Hi smiler hows the poems and shit going? hope your well babe and all that crap, Take good care have a nice evening and good day tomorrow. Luv Mad Dave.xxxxxxxxxxxx
good evening,i'm glad you have enjoyed my blogs that you've read.i'm letting you know i will not be on myspace everyday,like i used to.our friendship will not be lost and i will still be changing my status time to time and i will greet who i see.i appreciate the frindship we have.i'm going to spend more time educating my spirit.i just wanted you know what i'm doing.
Hi ~~Paula Whitfield Poetry ~~ ..Hope this finds you well .. Wish you a Beautiful week... God bless.... Take care.. "Some values are ... like sugar on the doughnut, legitimate, desirable, but insufficient, apart from the doughnut itself. We need substance as well as frosting." .. Love and Peace Tony
I once had a dear old Mother who was very cruel to me. Every time I was in her company, I had the urge to Pee. One night while I was sleeping upon my feathered bed. An angel came from heaven and told me mum was dead. I woke up in the morning to see if it was true, Yes she's gone to heaven upon the sky so blue.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hi Pal hows the poetry? was a young guy called Dave who decided one night to be brave. with a beer in one hand and a fag in the other, he sat there alone missing his mother. Shit I know time to go but before I do, can I just say hello to you. take care pal Luv Mad Dave.xxxx
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