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Don't know what is disturbing my tea, but the ripples run clean through.
I wouldn't bother, 'twere I you. Nothing, perhaps, you haven't seen before. But when put together, probably not the type of my trash you want to dig through. It's where I live, at times, so I musts do this task. Music allows me to sort some things.
There is strong hope, but the price is dear. Now... shoo... if you know what's good for you.
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Something in here is haunting me. It isn't the only thing wrong. It's about half of it. Never quite sure how to make the spooks go away. Broken... shattered really... Or at one time. The repairs were good, it is just that psychic bone spurs still cut the soul from time to time. It's as good as it gets here. And those spurs can be useful when they aren't crippling. Everything is a double edged sword... even a mended one. Bastard, in many ways, but loved.
I'm taking the weekend off. Probably.
By the One
Born of a reckless
nature, of things here and there.
Bastard!- But loved.
By the bye, this has nothing to do with my mother being here. Just something I go through from time to time. It's probably dragging on because I am too tired to shift through it... like a nagging... head cold? Ha! I have learned to keep this part of me to myself, mostly. Docs don't know, even the specialists, just that something is there. They don't know and won't look, which tells me everything... or nothing? They were happy to work the case, just not get to the bottom of it. It does make me sweat, like I was whipped not long ago, from time to time. Bedroom is beginning to smell of the chypre Eau de Parfum of gunpowder and sulfur. Been creeping up on me for a bit now. *sweat*
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Hmm... would anyone do me a little favor?
You being picturesque, or are you beset by non-corporeal thingies?
ReplyDelete*sigh* Seriously non-corporeal. It's too thin to even spoon out and all I seem to have available is a fork, if you know what I mean. On the other side, at least the notions aren't beating me into the dirt, just making me twitch when I see a wisp in the periphery. I can't make a form out, I just know it's a darkness, or several/many of them.
ReplyDeleteMothers don't let your children grow up to be... Hellboys? Seriously, teach your children limits. Though... my parents at least gave it a heck of a stab. Too much history in this old body. Then again, I think it was meant to be. God has His reasons, and often, just like a woman, He doesn't share those out.
ReplyDeleteNot a picture, mind you, but the evolution of a soul... from dark to light.
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