this house is as broken as the legs unable to walk inside. legs that used to kick and scream and dream. coming home is falling through holes in hardwood smothered in carpet.

fractured rib, no fib.

i'm going to the galapagos!!! jrfjbqjerh

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breakfast for dinner!

b E cCa W337 (12:59:58 AM): yes my paw has claws, but i wouldnt hurt you with them

falling beneath ice, not finding the place of breaking through.
pushing up at a frozen ceiling/sur[face] a thin and cold space between death and breath.
i'd give her endless mornings. and a panda pup.

so jess chopped my hair a bit. lamb chopped. charlie horsed. snippy.

i refused (i really did) to leave the parking garage exit when the bitter cold wind hit. becca had to pull me out into the portsmouth tundra. she was a photo-polar bear. and i, a pink faced kid in the cold section of the grocery store without enough clothing. (but much closer to hypothermia) coffee led to fuzzy feelings, though. a lovely day with