Saturday, June 04, 2011

Pancakes





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namaste.



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8 Comments:

Blogger Angella Lister said...

so much pain.

love to you.

8:33 AM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

Yeah. I don't think even bacon is going to stop that scream.
Stunner. Stunned.

8:35 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

oh

9:10 AM  
Blogger Mel said...

This one scares me. Makes me think of The Scream. And reflect on the painful book I just read about Van Gogh's last years, and the sorrowful lives of the inmates at the mental hospital. And makes me crack inappropriate jokes like maybe he really hates pancakes. Then it makes me worry a little bit for you, and hope the angst is being exorcised by the art. In the presence of silence I babble. Apologies. And Gratitude.

10:24 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Angella-

Yep. I seem to be moving through a season of difficulty that kind of has me reeling. No good reason for it. Or maybe there is, I don't know.

The good thing is that I'm old enough to know that this isn't any more real than the good times, or rather, any more or less important.

You can refuse nothing. You must have it all.


Anyway. Thank you, as always, for your kindness.

9:16 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Ms. Moon-


Bacon can cure anything.

Or at least keep it from getting worse.



yrs-


tearful

9:16 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Elizabeth-

I know.

9:17 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Mel-

Surely the art is a reaction to my current despair, but it dose little to alleviate it. But it feels good to give my eyeballs something to look at.

And it's nice to have company.


yrs-


tearful

9:18 AM  

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