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my favorite socks from Walmart are imprinted with large blue and pink butterflies. my favorite own poem is called “yellow butterflies” and it is about a dv shelter in Tampa Florida where I ran to with my son in 2000 from a bad situation created by a bad choice and my mother’s worse influence. The…
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so, about the 3 animals. They were all slated to be handled for one thing or another at 11 a.m. So, first of all, I started 10 minutes early, as I new the cat was hungry. So feeding him came first. And he was satisfied. Second, I steered into the curve about the South Philly…
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I came back to it yesterday in a real way for the first time since it happened about 2 years ago (?). I got stuck perseverating over a bit of dog poop that I missed when I went out to take one of the dogs out for a walk (the one who was abused in…
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I mentioned butterfingers in my last post. it takes all the little pleasures out of the little tasks like opening up a package or a grocery store product. similarly, the gentle comfort of defecation and urination passed out of me in stages since the de facto torture in the ICU in ’86 when they clamped…
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So, yes, I got the string under my tongue cut by a dental ex-ray tech in 2016. And went into half lives after that, as the damage proved through. I have learned to compensate for this and don’t think of it much. But the damage persists as I wrote in my last post. For instance…
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So, I was forgetting about some recent, banal, nearly fatal damage that led to the Lamictal overdose in 2016. I reasoned that it was about the horrific GI issues, I wasn’t really sure what it was about when I swallowed those pills. Other than paranoia in my new trailer park home. Now I am reminded…
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For me it was about the music. I took in God through Beethoven, Mozart and Bach as a young person, until my father ditched all that and turned to jazz. I played the piano. Alone in the living room in Summit, NJ on my father’s baby grand. I played some classical like “Jesu Joy of…
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can you imagine? it was bad enough that I had Tourettes Syndrome. (My new, presumed d diagnosis.) Along with the crippling lesion left of my nose presumed pressing on nerves in my face. And the busted crotch from being kneed there by my brother around age 5. Not to mention presumed infant torture. NONE of…
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