ah crap. it’s september…such a wonderful month for fall smells & sights…and the anti-versary of
meeting my first big love/heartbreak/betrayal
marrying my first husband
& meeting my last big love/heartbreak/betrayal
no wonder i feel like a big bag of hopelessly crappy crap.
fuck you, september
(please stop being hot now & at least give me some 70 degree weather)
image from an art class…moses jones as an archangel, slaughtering dusy–or, you know, the devil.