i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn* |
Sunday, Aug. 29, 2004 - 8:28 am
My first tattoo, done Friday night. If I ever add on to it, it will be a ring of daisies around my arm like a bracelet since her name had once been Daisy when she was rescued. The scratch was from carrying her down in her icy wrappings. I would always carry her up and down the stairs when she needed it. She was the lightest 40lbs ever. We drove her to Hartsdale Saturday where she was cremated. It was just her, nothing against other babies but I just wanted her ashes alone. Hartsdale offers this individual process. They are a pretty place with Hero dogs from 9/11 and WW1buried there and lots of other loved babies of all kinds. A tiny black dog roams the grounds welcoming people as they come through the gate. One of those doggies who look like a micro doberman with pretty smliey faces. Now our poodle is the top dog who has to learn how to be the boss of the home.
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