my story is the first one- "drowning" (an earlier version is floating around here somewhere; look it up if you want).
it is about an elderly woman who dies on the toilet.
this is week 44. i'm almost finished.
when these 52 (well, 52 and a half, technically) weeks are over, i will not be photographing myself for quite some time.
tonight i am going to start planning the monologue i've been intending to write for months on end.
productivity! yes!










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"Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica."
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"Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica."
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I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen.
Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong.
'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard.
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I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen.
Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong.
'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard.
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..."But I know we all can't stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today..." ~ Shannon Hoon, Blind Melon
thank you for prompting me to spend many a page-refresh trying to remember my devart password. ^^
good to see more of your stuff again, chrrrrrristopher
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..."But I know we all can't stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today..." ~ Shannon Hoon, Blind Melon
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