Monday, July 22, 2002
7-22-02
babe. Got things to get: Milk - Cat Food - bread - something to put on the bread - DP - what else? The day stretches out and finally I do something. A very little something admittedly - but I'm not finished.
Bekah-la maybe you will be a household word. I am humbled and encouraged. Time will tell. And there will always be more, i know! More to do. More to write. More irony and epiphany. More wisdom and even more stupidity. More love and joy more pain and grieving.
Please every god and goddess every half-assed deity every force of nature every quirk of humanity!
Let me die before any one of my sons, grandsons or Denise. Oh please thank you amen blowing kisses genuflecting holy rolling I speak in tongues oh whoever you are and even if you're not I still send these prayers out on all that is most sacred to me:
please let me die first.
AMEN. love you Bekah XXXOOO
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
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I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
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