Clutching the cold porcelain,
exhausted and inflamed,
and rebuked by my own vomit,
I remind myself that
I should chew my chicken into smaller pieces.
I wonder around the thought:
is it responsible to bring children into this world?
This is an arctic desert thought,
a note sung by one with a good ear and a bad voice,
CNN its muse.
What a world. I have a headline hangover.
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You know how you told me you would blow your nose and blood would come out....well I was in the shower last night and I blew my nose and blood came out and I thought about you and how you have been sick. Then today I was stopped up. It was horrible. I felt so contained to my nose.
Much Love,
Caitlin
It's probably because you sat on my lap yesterday. Sorry.
i dont know if you knew this, but you are way cool. :)
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