My Mother Named Me an Adjective (part I)
I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
The ballet of the pen is at times, divine
I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
I’ve summoned my skeletons, and they’ve appeared. …But the rest is up to me. I have to enter the fray. Fuuuuck. I was Dad’s signature. Always. In the end I … Continue reading Batmish, it’s time. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. DAMN IT.
Res ipsa
Source: Dad – Artfully Annoying – People Magazine: April 5, 1976
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