Dear Sir~
Before leaving for the grind, I had typed something...who knows what at this point, anyway...damned contractors flipped the switch on my breaker knocking out this (my computer) section of my house. Lovely...meh.
Anyway, I lost what I was writing to you. It must be awful to be without both parents, but at least you had both parents. I only got to know my dad for about year before he committed suicide or what have you to flip his car as he did. It took 5 days to put him together for an open casket. Well, that is how my family swings in Dixie. That was back in '86 I think... Mom is wacked on drugs asking, "Where's the lawyer?" and "Is that Angel?" What lawyer? Why would Angel be at the hospital? She was not even aware of being there...yesterday or today... It feels like 100 or so years since tomorrow, but I am continuing to walk backwards to find the NOW that does not exist.
Let your words fly as you will. Since the account that I gave you has little traffic, I will be able to catch the e-mail when time...what time? finds me.
Questions always arise when reading something even if the question(s) is (are) not expressed...it is the whole head thing. I like to know how people arrive at their view especially when the view is something internal. I'm sure you get my drift, sailor.
Anyway, I have to pop off this thing and pop a Xanx to shut my head lest it explode. Who would see brain matter within this room? It is way too dark in here.
~ Arachne ~ 11/19/2013 around 11 ish p.m. EST
Before leaving for the grind, I had typed something...who knows what at this point, anyway...damned contractors flipped the switch on my breaker knocking out this (my computer) section of my house. Lovely...meh.
Anyway, I lost what I was writing to you. It must be awful to be without both parents, but at least you had both parents. I only got to know my dad for about year before he committed suicide or what have you to flip his car as he did. It took 5 days to put him together for an open casket. Well, that is how my family swings in Dixie. That was back in '86 I think... Mom is wacked on drugs asking, "Where's the lawyer?" and "Is that Angel?" What lawyer? Why would Angel be at the hospital? She was not even aware of being there...yesterday or today... It feels like 100 or so years since tomorrow, but I am continuing to walk backwards to find the NOW that does not exist.
Let your words fly as you will. Since the account that I gave you has little traffic, I will be able to catch the e-mail when time...what time? finds me.
Questions always arise when reading something even if the question(s) is (are) not expressed...it is the whole head thing. I like to know how people arrive at their view especially when the view is something internal. I'm sure you get my drift, sailor.
Anyway, I have to pop off this thing and pop a Xanx to shut my head lest it explode. Who would see brain matter within this room? It is way too dark in here.
~ Arachne ~ 11/19/2013 around 11 ish p.m. EST
