All the Novellas and Criminal Minds I’ve been watching are taking their toll. I had a nightmare last night involving Mexican gangstas. They kidnapped my Lu! Goddamn jerky bastards!
That was the Monk’s father’s favorite curse. That and motherfuckin’ son of a lesbian bitch,
have a certain twisted ring to them that I find useful and horrifying.
Both so insulting on so many levels.
Anyway. I find it fascinating that Criminal Minds is on television at any hour of the day. It’s a horrific show about FBI profilers that you Tearful, would hate but that I find compelling even though it’s giving me nightmares and making me miss all the armaments normally available to me.
Sometimes I’m just not right.
but I don’t judge.
at least not too harshly.
The guilt over leaving my Mom is settling in along with the crazy joy I feel about going home.
This is the hell of it, it all moves into my heart and there ain’t nothing for it.
one more night.
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| From Drop Box |
Planting Along The Verge 
such beautiful work.
the guilt and the joy coexist. i think there's probably no way around it.
sending love.
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'bristles' on the dog's rear and 'see, saw, siren' on the chest~~wonderful, perfect, beautiful piece
it talks to me softly
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thank you Ms Angella
and Ms Allene
there is no way around it…..
only through it.
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And wow again.
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guilt and joy. now that's family.
(:
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Dottie K
in a nutshell
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guilt and joy… sounds familiar.
Peace,
pf
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are you doing these in photoshop or something else? i really like them.
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Thanks Kristin!
These are done on an Ipad using an app called Brushes, it's like a very bare bones Photoshop that I like for that very reason.
This whole series was so fun and so captivating. I'm looking forward to getting back to it someday!
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maybe i will try using photoshop since i don't have an ipad. thank you for the inspiration.
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