We were sitting in the car waiting for Dodger and my elbow jerked us out of park; the car wasn't on but we flew down the rigid angle of a hill behind my house. Harrison was buckled, Gabe and I were not. I was screaming before we hit the tree, 200 yards for the staring point, to open the doors and jump out--it was a little late ( Read more... )

I opened a dictionary, just now, from 1936. The one that I first read through, the one where I highlighted my favorite words. I wanted to find a word to, maybe to be a flashlight ( Read more... )

GoDie001: Hello, how was your day ( Read more... )

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Rescheduled dissection of my disgestive tract:

JANUARY 16, 2006. 7:30 AM, Shady Grove Adventist Hospital.

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fuck you, genetic mutations. fuck you, large intestine. fuck you, throat tissue. fuck you, familial adenomatous polyposis. fuck you, syncope. fuck you, carbon dioxide. fuck you, headache. fuck you, kidney. fuck you, lumbar spine. fuck you, adenomatous polyps. fuck you, dehydration. fuck you, tumors. fuck you, colon. fuck you, convultions. fuck you ( Read more... )

In addition to my previous update, I wanted to also say in the least morbid way possible, that I believe we’ll all be going to the same place, ultimately, to see all the familiar, smiling faces and that is enough to help me fear less. Knowing you and your idiosyncrasies will linger past death.

join me here, where the moon has a sunburn.

your, Elise.