2010-11-23 - 12:17 p.m.
my grandmother will tell you my uncle died of cancer, but he killed himself after the tumor took his hearing and sight. he was an artist and a musician. april was always the hardest month for him.
the little fires that run along my nerves and my brain are burning up the color red. i'm left with ash and memories, fading color and blurred vision.
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reading: a guide to online w2 consent from university payroll.
listening to: boy eats drum machine - cub
working on: a hat for ben.
in the garden: i picked the last few green tomatoes.