My Life in Paradise

because I only wish I could make this sh*t up…

I read because…

….words will rip themselves from the page and be embedded in my brain…

“What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.”

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Flailing along… (humm to Bobbing Along on the Bottom of the Beautiful Briny Sea…)

The last 9 months have been made of flail….survivable, but totally back to back, nearly non-stop flail….

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