

winter, 1994at six, i buried the carcasses of sparrows that had burst into our opaque bay window. the garden was frozen; my pale hands frantically unearthed icy dirt, and in spring indian paintbrushes bloomed from plumage and skeletons.winter, 1994
the day my brother died my father became an athiest. he only whispers to god in liquid dreams and tells me there are two evils in the world (faith and wal-mart). i wondered what love meant, as i listened to the grown-ups talk of it in a glorified fashion at dinner.
i have been in love one and a half times sin
well, you'd better start posting your draw draws, and I expect to see a naked mike! ahaaahahahahaha
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How is the working at pizza hut going? I just had the awsomest sleep ever, since, as you may have noticed from that journal entry, I didn't get any the night before...
But I'm off to go weaving! I'll send your pants back home with robyn, who is visiting me tomororow! Have a delicious day!
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"...I'm a hot turkey" - My Grandma
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<3.
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hi.
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