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noodz, that's funny.
easter sunday: i wake up coughing and hacking. was taken care of by a wonderful person. she made chicken, i made german tort from the zebra blood night back in germany. turned out excellent, chicken and tort. just the two of us, two bottles of wine and two sets of brown eyes. oh, and deviled eggs, so good. i ran out of chocolate for the casing of the tort, so peggy gave me a $7.50 chocolate bunny to use. we sacrificed it for jesus, i think.
the night before, saturday, worked 15 hours with flem in my lungs. with coughing in my throat. my eyes were half closed all day. my mind was totally preoccupied with other things, like the end of the night, the drive to her house, the sleeping in her bed, the waking up. the day was five times longer.
easter in the sun, but it keeps coming up faster. "you know i'm moving," she tells me. "we don't need to talk about it," i tell her. and we continue with the day, or night, or whatever it is we are doing. it's something i don't want to talk about, think about, hear about. but it has to be done and maybe, one day, i'll do it with her.
my feet are cold, i need to shower, still coughing and hacking. she's bringing me food, i better clean myself up.
easter sunday: i wake up coughing and hacking. was taken care of by a wonderful person. she made chicken, i made german tort from the zebra blood night back in germany. turned out excellent, chicken and tort. just the two of us, two bottles of wine and two sets of brown eyes. oh, and deviled eggs, so good. i ran out of chocolate for the casing of the tort, so peggy gave me a $7.50 chocolate bunny to use. we sacrificed it for jesus, i think.
the night before, saturday, worked 15 hours with flem in my lungs. with coughing in my throat. my eyes were half closed all day. my mind was totally preoccupied with other things, like the end of the night, the drive to her house, the sleeping in her bed, the waking up. the day was five times longer.
easter in the sun, but it keeps coming up faster. "you know i'm moving," she tells me. "we don't need to talk about it," i tell her. and we continue with the day, or night, or whatever it is we are doing. it's something i don't want to talk about, think about, hear about. but it has to be done and maybe, one day, i'll do it with her.
my feet are cold, i need to shower, still coughing and hacking. she's bringing me food, i better clean myself up.