journal
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things my mother said vol i
A marijuana and PTSD addled brain tries to remember the things my mother said while she was alive
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Thinking about bad poetry
I felt poetic late last night so of course I Googled how to write bad poetry.
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I just bought 20 succulent clippings online…
I don’t live in the desert… and every succulent I’ve bought except two (that are the same species, hell yeah Haworthia Fasciata) has died. Why do I do this to myself? I had to stop myself from going to the nearby plant nursery again today because it was only 15 degrees out. Should I save…
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Uno, you know
Another day, another blog. I’ve set up hundreds (probably dozens for myself at this point) but I hope this one sticks. WordPress in particular I’ve been setting up since 2006 (when it came out!!) This one, unlike most blogs of today, will be hyper-unfocused, not tested, not clickbaited, not SEO tweaked, or anything of that…
