"The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated." ??Author? (Mark Twain?) I believe my mother and father have collected several death certificates on me. They believe I am gone, bribe the coroner and get a death certifate prior to my actual death which doesn't come. Generally my mother created the suicide attempts and kept … Continue reading Oh, and another thing
Set Apart
Yes, I have always been a bit "different." for so many reasons. I just did not go with the common thrall. I just lived in a world where nobody died. Then one time, when I was 16 or older--because we were living in the house in Summit--somebody finally did. "Smokey the Mustang," He was captured … Continue reading Set Apart
Amazing
Let earthquakes volcanos psunamis resound my sisters here n she aint supposed to be but she said something friendly amazingly enough. So lets let that be one brick to the positive And let all the bad go. maybe we can apply my own personal fix, dear, when the time seems right; and retroactively interpolate the … Continue reading Amazing
Kneeling to post…
Because Tanner needs the chair. Now I see this. Claire was acting out the soul of the abortion that I had of Steve's baby all her life. It had just been conceived. I don't know whether I will ever be able to verify this time wise, date wise as to which beach trip this was … Continue reading Kneeling to post…
Chain of abuse
it goes, even today I am first in line. If they don't get me it goes to Ian. If not him, it goes to the cats I just had where it goes next that I didn't see before, but it was taken from me. My mind goes blank. Tanner is here with me. He said … Continue reading Chain of abuse
The crux of the matter–photos
my sister at risk in the sand my sister out of the sand, safe in the arms of her big brother and sister recaptured Neither my brother nor I would have ever dreamed of hurting my sister. If she got hurt in some way when we were taking care of her it would NEVER have … Continue reading The crux of the matter–photos
The Loneliness of the Wart-Mole Person
Nobody knows me. It's like Rip van Winkle. It really is. I made this analogy before, before it even came off, in some other regard. People don't know me. The never did, but now they don't even recognize me. I'm more like I was when I was a young girl, before the times and travesties … Continue reading The Loneliness of the Wart-Mole Person
Confession
I have to confess, right now, about what I did to the person whose name I will not give. I forced him into a relationship with me because the roommate whose mother didn't like me had a forever relationship with a boy she met Freshman Week so I wanted to do the same. He asked … Continue reading Confession
Lonely Losers: Aliens love us
ive been a little lonely lately. (Refer to my Eleanor Rigby page. "All the Lonely People.") Actually that's not reaĺly it. Ive been very alone. You start to lose track. My father... I wrote a long article in the style of a poem in the 25th (?) or (30th?) class notes called "ode to my … Continue reading Lonely Losers: Aliens love us
Abt the toad
im so sor during the Sasha period, when i was being asked (forced) to put my mother's cat Sasha down, i stepped on a large toad that had been keeping me company on the smoking porch outside for a long time, and i stared to feel horrible about it but i said to myself, surely … Continue reading Abt the toad
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