denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- death, taxes, zits, hairs Guarantees�Death and taxes�zits and hairs� She died on Sunday the 31st of August. I will remember this day �vividly- for the rest of my natural life. The death rattle. It had been explained to me, but never experienced. It was as if something inside of her was aching to get out. A rattle of her soul trying to escape from the decrepit body that lies motionless in a state of inertia. I sat for hours by her side, hoping, praying, she wouldn�t leave with me there, and she did not. After hours of silence, I left. I kissed her face, and said, �Gram, I�m here, It�s me�I�ll see you tomorrow.� Tomorrow never came. I received the call that same evening. The Call�if anyone you know has ever died you know what I mean by �THE CALL�. The funny thing is, I knew it was coming, and I think I can pinpoint the exact moment that she left. I was in the shower�of all places�and I just had this overwhelming feeling that she was gone�at that very moment�and I began to sing AMAZING GRACE�. the significances is that she loved this song, it reminded her of her mother�s passing as well as my father�s. I finished paying off my Tax bill. They will get you any way they can�Imagine, paying taxes on a dead man�s lottery winnings from a fucking scratch ticket. WTF� I think that I have a problem. An obsessive/compulsive disorder�zits and hairs�(you know the little black ones that seem to grow out of nowhere�when you would never expect them�they just appear�you know the ones� Zits and Hairs turn me into a crazed surgeon. I always loved the game Operation, until now, I never knew the affects it would have�the satisfaction of extraction� I pick until I conquer the puffy puss pocket. I don�t care what it takes�I pick until it�s free. You see, I would rather walk around with a caked on make-up splotched scab then to be caught dead with a pussy piece of feta on my face. Which brings me to today�and the inflamed harpies looking THING that is now growing on the side of my lip�which is probably a result of the hair picking crusade I went on a few nights ago after seeing what looked to be a brownish hair growing within the blond mustache on my upper lip. I can�t wait to get home and pop this SOB� God punishes us in the most peculiar ways� No guarantees. Death and Taxes. Zits and Hairs. Monday�s suck. D
2:43 p.m. - 2003-09-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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