I know way back when I started this rant I said it’d have to have pictures and probably singing cartoons to get anyone’s interest. It will happen, but not today. You got to understand its only in the last week or two I’ve had a functioning computer of my own in my own room. My invalid housebound mate (serious medical malpractice here – that’s how I know about Erin B. and Colonel Mori) has had need of the other one most of the time to stave off the rage and despair. But pictures there are and one day they will be here.
Along with visual stimulation I plan to excavate the psychic wounds that fuel this rage because its not just me, its something to do with Mother. Isn’t it usually? But not something Mother did, something done to her which didn’t ought to have been.