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Lucy pressed her luck…

several times that day, but when she realized the lighter in her new car actually worked she kept her eyes riveted to the sky, scanning for meteors and cows, well into the next morning.

i once was blind, but now i’m ‘sighted’.

it’s been a long strange trip through a claustrophobic tunnel, but i see a sliver of light miles away and can feel the chilly oxygenated air on the back of my wrinkled neck (Happy Mother’s Day all you mothers!).

“Go on, feed me to the lions!”

Lucy screamed, after having put up with her in-laws ramping up their drama king/queen antics for some years now:  she was dead tired, and after ramming a two-ton albatross through their dining room window- she knew that now she actually deserved it.

and you could have it all, my empire of dirt

(ah jeez, reems of paper just floating around with words i wanted to put here.  and now i’m just frozen, rusted again). 

remember that concrete statue in my garden, the one with the jasmine growing over her sandaled feet?
well now she’s waist deep.
she used to stay up all night
now all she does is sleep.
it’s lucky that she cannot speak
for if she could, you just might weep.

update

since i’m here in the library again, my only earthly internet access, ‘cepting my truly frustrating phone connection (i cannot type with both thumbs as always one hand is occupied by beer and cigarette…), i suppose it’s time i came clean about my real situation.  not good, not getting better.  the construction industry has hit rock bottom (i should hope) as has the housing industry (both of which affect me greatly).  and now i’m left to make the decision of selling my house before the bank does. 

i have found that the best way to keep the children away from the brainwashing of christmas is to have the cable shut off, and honestly that’s one thing i don’t miss at all.  did you know that they still sell rabbit ears?  ‘rabbit ears?  you bought rabbit ears?’ asked son incredulously, obviously imaging the white and pink fluffy kind.

my daughter’s condition continues to worsen, with a new aggressiveness developing which has me pulling my hair out.  i assure you, as i wouldn’t really harm the cat, despite my occasional dreams to the contrary; i wouldn’t really beat my daughter senseless either.

i’ve sunk myself into some James Patterson crime/mystery fluff that is enough to keep me sane and make me sleepy (one dependant upon the other).  i did have the pleasure of reading Natalie Goldberg “Writing Down The Bones” thanks to a recommendation from limine, and came to the great realization that i do all those things already, and that my left (editor) hand should really be lobbed off in the interest of continuing my writing exercises.

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