Hair that is a nest for rats.
Making a stolen list, this is what was on it:
Comfrey, Calendula, Chickweed, Black Cohosh, Camphor, Juniper and Lobelia.
She said, "Do you have tender tits or something?"
I couldn't stop blushing.
I dreamt I put my head inside a lion's mouth, I was very limp, my neck cradled on teeth, the breathing was very hot on the top of my head, the tongue like a pillow that moved nervously under the weight of my head and the annoyance of long hair going down it's throat.
My junior high had a daycare. 12 year olds brought their babies to school.
I want to start a new life with my valuable hunting knife.
Do you ever wake up in the morning so shocked and disappointed that this is your face? This is you? But it just doesn't feel like it. Unaware or too aware, just can't decide which.
*Sam just sent me this photo he took of me a few weeks ago when I fell off my skateboard. I said, "No no, I think I can make it down this hill" (This hill happened to be the monstrosity that is Robert E. Lee and I lost control pretty instantly and gave myself a bloody nose.) Some things/documentation of those things go beyond self deprecating, beyond pitiable. Instead they just manage to sit there like a lump waiting to metastasize.
