Category Archives: disaster

Strays for Days

I was sad to say goodbye to Chubbers, Shyler, and Molly. They had become such good friends with shady and lucifer. Oh the joys of being a fur-momma. Once we got settled back in in high river, (ground zero as … Continue reading

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To My Uncle, From Your Niece.

This is for a man, who started a boy. A young, wirey, whip of a lad born in England. I can see the picture now. He was 2… I think? My mum is almost 1 or maybe a newborn. Her … Continue reading

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The Boy who became the greatest man

On this day, 1959, the greatest man alive was born. He was a tiny, fragile thing… if only he knew how strong he would become. He was born to neglect and disarray, a common consequence of an all too young … Continue reading

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Runaway Train

Have you ever felt like your entire life is out of control? Like you’re struggling against every action and no matter how hard you try,every effort you make is futile. It’s as if you’re on a train with no brakes … Continue reading

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Flawed perfection

You say you want me wild That beautiful top model But truth is I’m scared to death Staring at the bottom of the bottle Drowning in my own tears I ease the pain Substance to substitute fears but what do … Continue reading

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Empty Vessels

Have you ever been so depressed you can’t feel a thing? I mean you really can’t feel a thing? You can’t cry, you can’t laugh, you can barely think, you literally cannot feel? My mum asked me today why people … Continue reading

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