Two years have slipped away since Nanie; a year for Poppy and somewhere inbetween for Aunt Donna. The lifesize dolls keep me in denial, make everyone crazy (er) than me, and the poisonous smurf vs wayward cousin heighten raw emotions.
Etherial visits. Flashbacks. Angelic protection for AC. Imaginary dialing...that's the worst. Why isn't there phone service to heaven?
Monday, July 6, 2009
Friday, June 13, 2008
Friday The 13th, 2008
FRIDAY the THIRTEENTH:
Throw salt over your shoulder.
Ignore black cats.
Watch out for ladders, eat cabbage, read the Bible, jump down turn around pick some cotton...
It's a freaky-Friday-day in the 'hood.
Me? Bring on the heavenly spirits.
Ignore black cats.
Watch out for ladders, eat cabbage, read the Bible, jump down turn around pick some cotton...
It's a freaky-Friday-day in the 'hood.
Me? Bring on the heavenly spirits.
I can't sleep. When I do I wake up anyway. When I'm awake it replays in my mind. When I'm dreaming I see it some more.
Aaargh. Eternity.
Aaargh. Eternity.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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