He's worn to a frazzle. His feet hurt, his knees are giving out, it took him 2 hours to shave his head, sitting down, on his walker seat. His nose is running like a faucet, his mind is full of screaming meme s (don't know how to spell that), he wonders why he did anything and everything he ever did.
so, we worked on the thousands of movies he has pirated from his TV movie network thing, seperating them, bagging them up to get rid of. They are all in the back of my car right now. i told him i'd think of something to do with them. But i laughed a lot and that saved the day. When i laugh, he feels like stuff's ok. When i'm silent, a lot of the time, he gets worried. and so.
the Walnut pot. mouldy and stinky, but still potent. It went Out Side today.
building a shelter for a soul
Altar is Working
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