scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


13.5.10
realpolitik
Despondent. Like anybody wouldn't be despondent. I have every reason for this. And anyway, it comes and goes.

I don't know why i keep expecting life to be fair, to make sense. Expecting people to act in ways that are not self-destructive, or to be consistent, or to be anything more or less than human, in a mainly pejorative sense.

i play U2 so the neighbors can hear. Dylan. i turn up counting crows as high as it will go. i am not maudlin, i am not mawkish, sentimental, weak. i sliced my finger open, peeling an apple for E; i wonder if the nerves will grow back. It does seem like they always do, or anyway they always did, before.

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scrawled @ 15:51

Anonymous Anonymous said...15/5/10 03:46 ...
Remember the 100 boo boos? Counting down... let Little E kiss it. Hope it doesn't hurt too bad - keep it covered, and keep water out of it... mom 

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