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Saturday, December 28, 2013

Nowhere to run to, babay...

nowhere to hiiii-iiide...

tuney, but in its truth, currently,  a foggy bog of soulsucking fantasty-novel terror.  thats right.
my mom's doing okay, but only in comparison to the above-mentioned reality.  its not that good.

we are so frequently swept away, into grief, into memory, into 'other'ness ... there is no sure footing and what there is... the color/texture/smell of grey,sick-baby poo.

the boys got a video game system for Christmas, and so i haven't seen them for two full days. we are sort of hoping that immersion will enable them to stop of their own volition, but so far they are not really eating well, and last night the newly-6 was complaining of what will become carpal tunnel if they are not turned from their fate.

so fucking what.

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