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I always have a steady supply of black spray paint… black fabric dye… black thread and black tape for all of my gothy DIY needs. Blacken everything in sight.

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My mom is doing well… she’s half way through her chemo. The last dose didn’t make her ill due to the indica candy she has been using/eating. All is well so far.

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I dug up a few yearbooks… dozens of letters… a scrapbook and a photo album from my old room. Remnants of my past… some of which were finally trashed… 😉

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I dreamed about Angel again last night… and I savored every moment. He’s the one that got away… and he’ll always be in my heart and thoughts… til the day I die.