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every day,
my daughter picks flowers for me.
these are her new favorites.
sandspurs.
my daughter is AWESOME.
disco inferno..
(get it..??? "burn, baby, burn"...?? *slaps knee*)
mornings
are best spent in bed.
chuck norris
can kiss his elbow.
my dad was always so upset at me
for writing on my hands...
the doctor
told zoe
that she must take good care of her mommy while she is sick.
apparently,
to a three year old,
that translates to
"bury mommy under as many blankets as you can find."
remember champagne lieswe would speak of
eternity
question every morning
dance with delicious fever..
time seeped in and cut
this,
my
lingering day.
i wish i was..
but i'm not.
i must apologize..
if only to myself.
the pictures have been taken daily....i have just lacked to the will power to force myself to publish them.
....caged....
my body is
toxic
and
rapidly destroying
itself.
sometimes
i like to
not
see.