novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- weber procession my favourite thing to do while visiting my parents when my mother takes naps she stretches out on her back, an afgan tightly tucked around her feet pulled up underneath her armpits, head stationed between a u-shaped pillow, eyes hidden underneath a strange little pillow that rests there. it looks like she is laid out in an open casket, ready for viewing. i like to sneak up on her and fake-sob MY MOTHER! OH NO! SHE WAS SO YOUNG! A MERE FIFTY! WAHHHH!! while bending over her frame, sadly patting the taut afgan. she throws her eye-pillow thing at me and whines i'm not dead, you meatball. just dead tired. let me have a nap. 7:03 pm - 07.03.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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