Peeve
Man, am I peeved.
Not really, not peeved at all. Just love the word peeve. Peeve peeve peeve. Like a rapier made of noodle – bendy noodle. The word itself is annoying. The same way teasing without stopping is. Just keep teasing until it becomes peeving. This is my pet peeve. It bites. Down Peeve, down!
Have been kinda grouchy lately. The know-it-all who knows nothing. Can you tell I have buried resentments? I ain’t the only one, you know, trying and failing not to let my resentments out. Thing is, when your resentments splurt out after being squeezed by a peeve, it can be kinda gross. Everything is all twisted and squished, turned around and wackbards. Resentment is time in a box, leaking, leaving stains. Nothing gooier than rotted time, grudge sludge.
Somebody get it off me!
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Weird on,
LWIII
Loving the graphics! My mother used to use the word peeved. It’s a word that can be hard to take seriously, at least from a young child’s point of view, methinks. Like “cheese” saying it can make someone look like they’re smiling. Hard to be smiling and peeved at the same time?
None of us know a darned thing, and I know that for sure.
Thanks Andrea. I’m feeling I could use some Weird Off these days!