Image description: Ad for Bovril. It's a painting done in creams, browns, and pale yellows. Makes me think of Spain in the evening. Shows a bottle of the product. Shows a cow with large horns, a tear running down its cheek. The caption is "Alas, my poor brother"...
last month when my car and I were smashed to bits by a drunk driver, just as the fire department was pulling my broken body through the crumpled door, the dashboard started flashing GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE and I did not need that. I did not.
Had my young son watch The Matrix with me and he said "what if that 'real world' that keanu's group is fighting in is actually just another level of the matrix they built to keep rebels busy and preoccupied" and these children are maybe not ok after all but my god are they sharp
Thank you for reading this and for considering giving support. I'm mortified but really at the limits of what I can do alone.
My extended family has recently been hit by devastating losses in both Lahaina and in the North West Territories. The people I'm responsible for has just increased from 3 to 7 more who have lost everything but each other and are now living with me.
In this chaos, my laptop has been irreparably broken. All
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Image description: Gravestone for an English teacher that reads: Here lies (not "lays") Billee Woody Robbins Reed...
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Image description: Ad for Bovril. It's a painting done in creams, browns, and pale yellows. Makes me think of Spain in the evening. Shows a bottle of the product. Shows a cow with large horns, a tear running down its cheek. The caption is "Alas, my poor brother"...