The watcher and the watched. Memories of my ghost sista. The dead are never satisfied. Posted by ch3mical r3nt boy. Asymp; Comments Off on mad sea. There is always more to love. For me it is the clawed glove. Piercing fish-flesh, feeling you wriggle, bent.

A Trip to the Oregon Coast. A few days ago, my husband and I headed off to the Oregon Coast for a little break. With a toilet, shower, microwave, and bunk beds, vacationing in one of these little beauties is not exactly roughing it. However, I much prefer to be in the forest right next to the beach rather than in a motel room.

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Recently, Art Child has been curious, and wanting to play with some of the stuff out of the oh-so-fancy ziploc bag that holds my war paint. The day before yesterday was a fabulous one; Man Child and Miss Music had come down for a couple of days, and so we went to the beach together. Perfect, fun, relaxed, I was still feeling good from it. Did you guys do? .

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