Oh, god, it’s the face of God

I’ve been dreading writing this one. Please try not to be too judgmental. So in this school we didn’t have lockers, just cubby-holes hidden behind curtains in out homeroom classroom. One night at home I was laying on my back in bed, and I saw the face of Jesus looking at me from above. I… Continue reading Oh, god, it’s the face of God

Looking down my nose

Report cards, and testing time. I know I scored well; in the sixth grade I scored in an eighth grade education level, with ninth grade reading. I know I have mentioned it before, and I will again, it has become an integral part of me: I am not that smart. Common sense, barely. Street smarts,… Continue reading Looking down my nose

If you’re Goth and you don’t know it…clap your hands??

Ah, the good old days…. music was everywhere, MTv actually played videos, and the battlecry of insomniac comedy lovers was “I want my Al tv!” And yet here I am, a depressed and lonely teenager – yay. Songs that spoke to me made me cry – “does anyone love anybody?”,  “wouldn’t it be good if… Continue reading If you’re Goth and you don’t know it…clap your hands??

Road trips, sulfur, and monkey’s blood

All the road trips have kind of meshed together now, so I can’t tell you how many there were, or if it was all one *really* long ride. I remember visiting my dead’s mom (great-great grandma). She had a mulberry tree in her yard, and we would eat all we could reach. She had a… Continue reading Road trips, sulfur, and monkey’s blood