Lyn Blue
Wed, 05/13/2009 - 10:01
My week was pretty strange. First I had a dream I saw George Bush naked, which would have been traumatic enough. Then I got an influx of rescues... which is normally a great diversion from my
sucky log life. But THEN I got my tarot cards read when I went into town, and it reiterated everything I know to be true. DEATH is near. I can not avoid it. Regardless of how much weed Johnny blows in my face, or how much my log tells me I'm crazy, I can no longer deny my destiny. I'm doomed to become a reflection of my worst nightmare. No matter how I look at it. No matter what I do to avoid it. There it is. As clear as the stupid
Sudshine car wash I drive by every day.
Why is it that people clean shit before they take their own lives anyhow? I've known three people in my life that have done that. they clean the shit out of their rooms, cars... and all for what? A chance to be courteous? It's bullshit.
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