Belle talked me into it as quietly as possible. For some reason I've never gotten one, a few scars yes, and three rounds of stitches. Sugar teeth. A broken thumb hitchhiking home. The plastic burn scar is my right. The Led Zeppelin angel scar is my Left. The top of my head, slipping at the public pool, where the water turned pink must have been my blackout. A chip? A handlebar to the stomach, and kissing the dirt was definitely the most painful. Hospital gift shop! Circa 2020 I had my keg preg and the stretch marks still are fadedly visible. Otherwise I'm relatively intact. MK Ultra ended in 1973, the year of my born again. MK JCBSN is an abbreviation. Telepathy is a consideration. The Radio station is either AM or FM. Eventually I ended up with the PM. Some days I wish I could find a decent channel. It's either Iron in the blood or a tooth cavity filled with something questionable like metal. Connected to neural tissue? It's easier getting in than out. Grey's anatomy.
Ex Man. Vitamin reminders. Vietnam was terrible from what I don't remember. Thankfully Nixon pulled out and the first President I remember was Carter. Star Wars. Mom pregnant with brother Ryan. Leukemia, 3 years. 80s, 90s 00s 10s & 20s and finally arriving in 2025.
A flying dinosaur. A good night's sleep. A sense of optimism and writing to IA about our punctuation tattoos. I'm going for a ;. I honestly don't think she'll get one matching mine. Maybe she will get something scientific or alchemical. Turn lead to gold and turn gold into the ear ring. So she can hear Belle when ever I'm out.
A great ad for the 21st Century. The finish line.
Television, you are getting a new show. David Lynch, sometimes I wonder if he filmed my life in the other direction. Eifel. Meditation. Sensation.
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