I'd be fine if my hands stopped shaking, then the words would be as difficult to produce. Simply such, calling a duck a dog doesn't make it less of a duck, just someone's twisted attempt at subterfuge, which means lying, since I don't want to be accused of thinking myself smarter, when if fact it … Continue reading Lies that Blood Taught Me
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#25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
Hey, I hope you are reading this. It's a few months before your 25th birthday and you are laying in bed trying hard not to cry. Do you remember this moment? Your birth certificate is on the bed next to you, crumpled from where you had hastily pulled it from it's hiding place in that … Continue reading #25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
#23: Dear Charlie…take 2
Dear Charlie, I've started, and stopped, this letter so many times that I have to use my age as a timeline for the drafts. You can see it if you look back at all the drafts, a slight shift in words, in tone. My vocabulary grew, as well as my curses. Mom wouldn't let me … Continue reading #23: Dear Charlie…take 2
#22: To those out in interweb-land
So, It is quite difficult to post things to your blog when your interwebs and computer decide that instead of failing on the same day, they will take turns failing...for days on end...just to mock your existence. There is nothing more terrifying than opening up your computer, and getting nothing but a black screen....screw the … Continue reading #22: To those out in interweb-land
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