...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Friday, September 4, 2009
on yet another anniversary
I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.
...meet me at the big trees! I love you forever, Little.
I know. Things got a little dark and impacted of late but there's nothing but birthdays and holidays (and asanine right-wing comments) for as far as the eye can see. So, yes, at least for now - dry eyes and a bit of practical moving along. (although,zebub, who has slogged through more of this than most - thanks- your support is indespensible.)
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The last of the sad anniversary posts for awhile, I promise....
Do as many as you need. Its YOUR blog.
Thank You...even if they are necessary...it takes me down allways
I know. Things got a little dark and impacted of late but there's nothing but birthdays and holidays (and asanine right-wing comments) for as far as the eye can see. So, yes, at least for now - dry eyes and a bit of practical moving along. (although,zebub, who has slogged through more of this than most - thanks- your support is indespensible.)
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