consider yourselves lucky...
I was born with the ugliest stretch of back this side of Quasimodo. This is all that is saving you from photos of my stitched up, bloody, franken-spine. Mom just changed the dressings. Pain meds are kicking in.
I have so much I want to discuss, with thje few who are actually listening...from turning to stone, to my upcoming surgery, to my rant about being silenced as the most under appreciated artist n writer, to Tennessee Williams poor reaction to the 58 version of 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'.
But the blood pumping into my good eye begins to turn into a film I cannot see thru as the day goes on.
This whole thing blows. I am ready to be done now.
I have so much I want to discuss, with thje few who are actually listening...from turning to stone, to my upcoming surgery, to my rant about being silenced as the most under appreciated artist n writer, to Tennessee Williams poor reaction to the 58 version of 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'.
But the blood pumping into my good eye begins to turn into a film I cannot see thru as the day goes on.
This whole thing blows. I am ready to be done now.