Why can't I talk or walk? I have cerebral palsy and chorea. The CP means I have trouble making my muscles listen to my thoughts. The chorea means my muscles move involuntarily. So basically I'm really screwed.

gentle hand begs fears harsh
left gilt apples behind filled
gang be if done missed

being disabled at birth
might give me diminished self worth
but here at viscardi
pasive kids hearty
circle no longer ink first

by Abey Weitzman
February 23, 2010

My snowman ran away. I miss him very much. He has cold hands and a warm heart. He gets cold feet. I hope he makes it home. He needs my love and my freezer.

By Abey Weitzman
January 16, 2010

Abby flowing beside the creek met charley going by debras house. He really
hoped she viewed his helpless body as a home for his brilliant mind.
Charley wanted desperately for abby to love him. Handeling money left him lonely but rich. Abby called him chuck a name for a biker not a wheelchair bound diaper man.
He saw her racing the wind each morning and he made sure to be daily vehicle traffic on her path. Abby never stopped. She kept catapulting toward him barely missing his kiss. He lifted his lips in hope in vain.

By Abey Weitzman
October 11, 2009

plausible am I said charley
charley was a conartist
hardly able to move charley spoke softly
he dared people to approach making eyecontact and smiling
when they accepted his invitation he asked for their friendship
after a bitmore time he faced them with doubt and posed that question can i trust you
charley tolarated a life of daily indignities which ladys felt sorry for
he let them feel pity but inflicted damage quietly
theyreadily gave charley account numbers and passwords because he keenly had offerred to help pay their bills
how could they refuse
over time safely charley hid money
locked in byhisdisruptive flimsiness he was never suspected
eventually choosing boyfriendsthey leftcharley justasheplanned

By Abey Weitzman
September 2009

I have epilepsy. My seizures, a somewhat controling factor in my life, can't be stopped.

Some people think that I'm retarded because I drool. It's ironic, because I drool the most when I'm thinking.

My life is horrible. I can't talk or walk. My life is awesome. I have him, my dad, who built Tell Us Abey, and her, my mom, who sits behind me for support, and them, my sibs, who treat me like I'm normal.

My New Blog!

Welcome my fans and my future fans to Abe School! I have a lot to share and I hope to enlighten many.