Tag Archives: death

Pain, or…

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Nine Days And Getting Worse

My mom is gone.

How can I stand it?

She was not ready.  She had things to do.  I had things to tell her.

It just gets more awful.

WTF.

No please.  Make this nonsense not be.

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Welcome To The Weekend. May We Take Your Order?

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Sheep:  I wonder what’s down there…

Wind:  It is death, sheep.  DEATH…

Sheep:  Oh.  Sure smells kind of weird.

Wind:  Yeah.

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Sheep is drawn to it