foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- after the gravesite service (Please refer to my previous entry and an entry entitled �angel at the Black Madonna�s feet� to know what I�m talking about in this entry) I�m sick of dead people. I�m sick of them being dead, I�m sick of going to their funerals and burials and memorial services, I�m sick of missing them, I�m sick of having to interact with other people at these ceremonies, and I�m sure you�re sick of hearing me whine about all this shit. So, this is what I did: I took down my shrine to Michael, K, R, and J. I stuck it behind a desk in my room. I took down the picture of me and K at prom and stuck it in a box. I took down any other pictures of Michael and K that I had up and stuck them in the same box. I took down the box with J�s guitar pick in it and the baby Jesus ripped from his Mother�s arms and stuck them in a safe place. I still have the heart-shaped box of rose petals and the mini sand garden where the shrine used to be. I have a lot more space on that desk now, and I put up a picture of Andy Warhol giving John Lennon a kiss. (I know they�re dead too, but I didn�t know them so it doesn�t matter.) It was very empowering to do all this�I�ve been carrying these ghosts around with me for way too long and I�m fucking sick of it. 6:09 p.m. - 2004-08-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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