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'mother, i can feel the soil pouring over my head'
sai fon
akmed
in keeping with her curmudgeonly yet mystical mystique, Ms. 'Co, just like jesus, died on Good Friday.

right now, i'm going to take her home to Her Mother, the backyard of my mother.

the Resurrection will be by invitation only. proper dress required( read : 'no Frat Drag'. no Angoras)go go dancing on xtascy and special k to girlie house music highly suggested. feel free to drink out of everyone else's glass just like 'Co always loved to.

i'm burying my best friend- best friend for 20 years. i have to go before i cannot stop crying and won't be able to see to drive.


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*hugs* I am very sorry...Ironically I had a dream last night where my ex-kittie Sophie appeared and immediately demanded lots of bellyrubs. It was like she hadn't gone, just moved to a different plane of existance.

She knew she was loved, and I'm certain loved you back. Hang in there.

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