Saturday, March 31, 2007

T brought me some black currant sirok in chocolate from her parents, very tasty. Glad she got back from errands, was having a pretty dark time of it here by myself. Try going to my happy place, remnants of earlier massacre has left it less inviting than it once was, having trouble getting the bloodstains out of the furniture, body parts keep turning up between the cushions.

Keep thinking about the time when I was a kid and our Skye terrier ate our cat's kittens, eyeballs beneath the pines.

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