We Stay Together
This is not a mental health website
It is a mental illness website
A place for people to come after no one else can stand to look at you, self included.
Its for people who wished they wanted to get better but somethin keeps standin in the way.
I want to learn why there are so many of us.
Til then the little monster inside you is welcome here.
Troublewaits is dedicated to loser throwaway Stacey Anne Rainey who never saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and loser throwaway Harriet Tubman who showed other loser throwaways the way the fuck out.
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
Cause I see you
Ill be your mirror.
-- Lou Reed
troublewaits is a thematic non-fiction narrative, a personal take on sensibility in all its internal and external permutations as experienced by the author.
Make it easy on yourself,
get to know our
CAST OF CHARACTERS first.
Then come back and start at the top if you want.
troublewaits theme song
weirdly wonderful ...
Anne Rainey when you need her?
my complaint letter
here's how you help me
she may walk like bo diddly but
hi ho, i'm home
this is how it happens
ROBIN PLAN FOR DUMMIES
what we do here is this, i think
how to talk to your psychiatrist
nick cave teaches lottie all she needs to know about lottie
you make me laugh or I will not be held accountable for my insane acts of love
you seen God lately?
new rules breakin me
baby won't you please come home? thanks, you can go now
mark eitzel lyrics hodgepodge
these things don't happen
let's all go the hospital, the hospital will wake us well
bob dylan is where I need him
unthere you un-ago again
listening to p.j. harvey, brooding on hitchcock
a flower is a lovesome thing
oh christ it started again yesterday
she belongs to me
fake men real! sorry, fake men real! sorry, fake men more less after abortion!!!
love's a funny thing
this will fuckin wreck ya
what? do i have any fuckin readers or what?
webaster, can we end up in jail, please
stacking corpses, feeling sensitive
you can call me gandhi
not another conveyor belt of open caskets!
hi world, you can fuck off now
she's the boston pops
yo loretta, cotton mather's home!
thou goest to wimmen? forget not thy whip!
nothing exists for me
give 'em back god, i know what to do with them
you wouldn't believe the day i had
if it happened once it could happen again
you wouldn't believe the day i had part 2
you wouldn't believe the day i had, part 3
you would not fuckin beleeeeeeve the etc.
you wouldn't believe the day i had, part 5
you would not believe the girls around here i had today
365 new words of the day, all right here
hi ho, is hemingway a homo
spectacular beating number 1: stanford university
will you be my psychologist?
out of the cradle endlessly mocking
spectacular public beating number 2: rock critics
still waiting for my man
medication station around the bend
hey shoshanna can we be friends or do you need another beating?
pull up a chair, this one's pain free, honest
if you don't like my peaches why do you shake my tree?
who started this?
trouble's stand-up/fall down diagnosis explained
dr. little-bit displays his rich font of ignorance
doctors do this too
hey austin, this is another open love letter to austin
this is odd
fucking homos coming out of the woodwork
a woman is an open book
two can play at this game
why paul westerberg is fuckin shakespeare, bitch
postscript to psb family i know i'm missin
bob dylan's here kicking against the software
this is the house that capitalism built
heavenly father fruit of thy blessings shakedown
answer me. no don't.
dr. disobey trumps my nightmare nurses
just in case
bastard child of psycho-social-babble
webaster put his stamp on me
you already know
get this and move on thanks
parent culture? um, can i ask a question?
look inside your infant breast and take some responsibility
i wallow, you swallow, this way no one dies, see
this is your brain on doctors
this is your brain on the monomen
trouble's pms love letter to shirkin fuckin boyfriend
stop lying or else
i guess i'm old fashioned when it comes to insanity
suzy is a blackhearted bitch
have you come here for forgiveness?
I enjoy being a girl
trouble's webaster prophecy
maid of constant sorrow
what's it going to be?
does this sound right?
which sex is more insane, huh?
you must have this to lose your mind
you're so goddamn young
to her coy webmaster
let's have a picnic
i must be beside myself
release the bats
austin makes money!!!
maybe baby you can drive me car
if a tree falls on a led zeppelin fan
countdown to fucking
dear god, the blank people
friendship is all
I'm supposed to stop criticizing people, does this sound right?
you killed jonbonet
original mom and pop redux
it may not be childbirth but schizophrenics count for nothing too
rags to unriches
how much for your soul?
there's a little bit of whore in every nancy reagan
what's on yer mind?
we dig repetition
is she drunk, is everyone?
luck be a lady
caught in my eye
this is not gossip to those who are not brainless
ghost in the machine, busted
a poet's work
it's always darkest before it goes pitch black
and down we go
memories are made of this
Yo- heifers, sows, irritants, recite this poem and get a boyfriend
ever wonder which sex is pure evil?
hey cosmo girl, take this quiz
happy days are here again
homicide: life on the streets of dharma and greg
as usual the black people
what we do is secret, my ass
this is not brainless to those who are not gossip
we need to talk
kiss me, kiss me again, then re-kiss me
my first act on entering this world
men cannot feel
fuck social security, i have a better idea
lookit this shit
bang bang: check mate
point taken, now about those sandals
i don't wanna be a pinhead no more
just because i don't care doesn't mean i don't understand
bitch stole my anorexia
loving her was easier
i'm back, eh
ready for your close-up, hellhound boulevard?
trouble is where i was borne
knock-knock, where's my unlimited NEA Grant so i can finish my fucking art, pricks?
why me, lord?
all we have to fear is disposable sperm banks
proof that trouble's a fictional character, lottie, shit-fer-brains
you've been waiting so patiently for this
say hi to jeff, you made him what he is today --
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