We visited the gravestones at half past two. Mary wore Jennie's coat, the floral one, and Jackson carried the speakers proudly, blaring Janis ( Read more... )

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I have a button in my pocket. It was not sewn there. They all fall off! And then where do they go? Luckily, this one did not get away. Gold, bulbous, ugly, and cumbersome. It reminds me of the Glistening Boo-ger, often encountered at six years old ( Read more... )

My grandmother lays in bed singing out the window. Smiling at nothing.

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"How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his youth, has forgotten the way back?"

[1] No. __ of things I've deemed "difficult" and/or "unnecessary": Maintenance ( Read more... )

MEDITATIONS AT LAGUNITAS ( Read more... )

I'm so sorry that you had to go.

I don't like your long legs. They make too much noise when you dance across the ceiling.

You're just so small. And I'm so big.

You're nothing but a nuisance. And deserve to be dead.

Gilbert! You are such a man!

(Because I need a regular dose of them ( Read more... )