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A HA!

.

I HAVE MORE EVIDENCE!

.

evidence

Spring, 2014

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THIS IS A SPECIAL MESSAGE TO TEAM PEE:

As I was cleaning out my phone, I came across a photo taken in the Spring.  Yes, same chair.  Yes, same carpet.  Yes, same spot, but – NO not the same tissue.  So, what does this all mean?

It means all of Sydnee Pee’s fans have been brainwashed!  You have been taken in by the charms of Ms. Sydnee Pee and her really big brown eyes!

A little FYI:  I have it on the highest authority that the Van Morrison song Brown Eyed Girl was written about Sydnee Pee.  My credible source?  A one-armed hairy lady on the street with a deep voice, rather long nose with very long whiskers, a bit of a limp and humph……… now that I think back on it – – Oh No – –  she may have been hiding what looked to be maybe a tail under her dress – –

Uh Oh!

Gosh darnit!

.

time to go

???????

.

September 24, 2014 at 1:24 pm 16 comments

can you ~

~ ~ ~

can you feel

the rhythm

of

my heart

~ ~ ~

this heart,

which holds you very close

~ ~ ~

this heart,

which will never,

ever

let

you

go

~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~ ∞ ~ ~ ~

heart 1

September 23, 2014 at 4:26 pm 8 comments

unpublished…

.

..

stories upon stories

chapters upon chapters

so many books written

so many more volumes ~

unknown…

..

.

September 23, 2014 at 3:11 pm 5 comments

why?

~

why?

~

why do we have to die?

family, friends, pets – why?

~

why does death have to be a part of life?

~

the pain, the sadness, the tears – why?

~

why do those we love have to go away?

~

why can’t they stay for one more day?

~

one more day so we can say all that we need to say ~

~

one last time ~

~

a last “i am sorry”

a last “i thank you”

a last “i will miss you”

a last “i love you”

~

the last “goodbye”

~

why?

~

please tell me why?

~

September 18, 2014 at 3:30 pm 33 comments

a follow up to: “to or not to…”

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*

yes,

i know i have y’all hangin’ ~

wonderin’ what was IT ~

what could IT have been…

after hours  (actually 15 minutes) of debate and spreadsheets,

calculations and picking mom’s brain,

it seems it was an extra-large with two toppings ~

spicy Italian sausage

and

green peppers

there was,

however,

a mystery…

a mystery still weighing heavily on my son’s mind…

a mystery sauce

with

origins unknown…

oh dear,

i can only hope and pray it was tossed!

*

*

photo 1

yes….actual text communication…

 *

photo 2

i am still waiting on an update…

 *

ps:  PLEASE – I BEG YOU – Pretend you did not see a certain nickname…PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!

September 16, 2014 at 2:58 pm 16 comments

to or not to…

?

?

to order a large

with

two toppings

or

to order two mediums

with

one topping

….these are questions which beg to be answered….

?

?

in which

mom replied

“good luck with that pnut!”

?

?

photo(1)

uhhh…

?

September 15, 2014 at 8:33 pm 18 comments

what purpose…for whom…why?

~

i know there is a purpose to a heart beat

yet

i struggle in knowing what it feels to be alive.

~

i seem driven to destroy ~ all that i am

for

reasons i do not know or fully comprehend.

~

am i so desperate in wanting

something ~

something i have lost all faith in believing

truly exists?

or

do i really

wish to be swallowed ~

by a

dominating darkness

which dwells

deep

within?

~

~

September 10, 2014 at 4:32 pm 13 comments

Wee Words Wednesday – a loaded question

*

why

have

one

when

all it does

is

break

?

 

September 10, 2014 at 4:05 pm 10 comments

control

¦

¦

loneliness strangles me

yet

i am in control of the noose

¦

or

am

i

?

September 8, 2014 at 2:25 pm 14 comments

muddled thoughts

***

**

*

fog hovers overhead

like

doubt casts a shadow

within one’s mind ~

allowing fear to rule with an upper hand.

*

only

daylight from above

and

the light of courage from within

can slay

the haze

of

uncertainty

*

**

***

 

September 2, 2014 at 4:15 pm 6 comments

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