i realize i've undergone immense changes in the past year;
with changes have come many scribbles.

rather than present these in my usual obscure fashion,
i thought i'd offer some commentary --
maybe so you're not so lost, or maybe so i have a map

for later...

this scribble and this other scribble
came into being during my fight with TMJ and my having grown
very weary of working night shift

an exercise in extreme angst -- if you can rewrite it so that
it is more depressing and send it to me, i'll send you a cookie

this scribble is one account of how unhuman i felt in my marriage



with the passing of an 11-year relationship, i wondered if i knew
what love was, or if it even existed -- the llama sisters kept enough reminders
of their loved ones that i was reassured

ummmm... too much tequila baaaaad

my libido has been wavering hugely in the background
of all this sorting; so let's not forget the corporeal, right?


this wasn't all that i scribbled, but the rest of it was pretty much intended for one person only. and besides, i can't give everything away -- what kind of a slut do you think i am?


b a c k

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