dat cactus

Our aloe is so old that it's growing flowers.

It's sorta freaky.
Looks not pretty at all.



Why does a cactus bloom.

This aloe has always propagated baby aloes from the base.

I took a nap

I think I'll still sleep early.

acid aside

Mom, I killed a girl.



I see her in the mirror sometimes.
Lurking behind me, glimmering in the deepest surfaces.
And I'm terrified because I don't know how she died.


But I know I killed her.








The blood I took from her.
I don't want it.

How do you pray for a dead person?

Dear God, thank you for this wonderful day that Adam and Eve never got to see. I hope they're happy, and please let them know that I forgive them for bringing sin into this world. Please keep them safe, and watch over them. I know that you have them under your special protection. Send my love, and tell them I miss them and that I wish I could have met them.
Amen.







No, but seriously.
huh?
catch me on fire?
huh?

Psalm 130

De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine.
Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiat aures tuae intendentes
in vocem deprecationis meae.
Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit?
Quia apud te propitiatio est, et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine.
Sustinuit anima mea in verbo ejus:
Speravit anima mea in Domino.
A custodia matutina usque ad noctem, speret Israel in Domino.
Quia apud Dominum misericordia, et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
Et ipse redimet Israel ex omnibus iniquitatibus ejus.



From the depths, I have cried out to you, O Lord.
Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplication.
If you, Lord, were to mark iniquities, who, O Lord, shall stand?
For with you is forgiveness; and because of your law,  I stood by you, Lord.
My soul has stood by his word.
My soul has hoped in the Lord.
From the morning watch, even until night, let Israel hope in the Lord.
For with the Lord there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.
And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.








De profundis clamo ad te, Domine.

Christine Sparks - The Elephant Man

"I opened a door and let a condemned man see paradise, knowing that his chains would never let him cross the threshold. How could I do it? What was all this for?
Am I a good man or a bad man?"

She ... [tried] to reach him with her love, knowing that there was a grief inside him she could not touch.
"You're a good man, a very good man."

He said, so softly that she barely heard it, "I feel so ugly."

I suppose we shan't ever operate on the same level.

Well, that was a waste of breath.





How discouraging.

And to think that I never knew.

But I suppose this is quite entirely my responsibility.

Here I go.





This isn't supposed to be this brutal.
So why is it.











orwhatever





I like more than I like salt.