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23 de Junio, 2007
Tension of the Bubble
Categorized under Chronicles of Nezua | Tags: Outtakes and Remakes
PACKING. Exhausted. This is the tension of the bubble. Eating at odd hours and not enough. Soon to push through. She is working every day and since that leaves me with the baby all the time, I have once more come to appreciate even ten minutes alone. I think I chipped my tooth. Something feels different. On the other side will be benefit and rest. Right now I'm like a crazy distracted hopeful zombie with two homes neither of which are quite home. It's amazing how large my tongue tells me the smallest structural variances in my teeth are. However did my tongue get such a tiny brain? What the hell have I been eating?
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Comentarios (2)
mariachi mama dijo:
Ay, mijo, it will all be well. You will be so much more happy in your new casa.
And I totally understand the tooth thing, since mine are crumbling all the time; the tongue just keeps finding the chips and cracks and holes. I'd like to lasso it and keep it away from the dental canyons.
Palabras por mariachi mama spat forth on el 23 de Junio, 2007 at 08:27 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
gracias. estoy de acuerdo. la casa nueva...estoy esperando para alguna paz.
and the tongue will not be lassoed! i know. if it were possible, i would have done it a long time ago. not to keep it from wandering canyons. but just to keep it still!
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 24 de Junio, 2007 at 04:34 PM