there's something so wrong with my world. i found the
pandacam while working on a
ReadWriteThink lesson plan that focuses on zoo webcams. now i just want to watch and watch, waiting for the mama to come in the room. i watch for her to snuggle the baby in between her front legs and hold it close to her. the baby looks so alone when it's there in the room alone. so small. the room so cold and huge. right now, the mama's sitting up and holding the baby in her arms like a child. and i'm not sure if i'd rather be the baby or the mama. but when they're together, i wish i could be there too.
i guess, like most things in my world though, if i were there she'd scratch me to death and stomp on the ragged bits that were left. that's so my life.
bittersweet indescreet discretion obsession confession cessation intention.
no. it's not that. no. not at all.
it's only absent. the long quiet road. travel without. you will know.
what does it mean that my inbox has subject lines—today, teapots, and technotes? what does anything mean actually? maybe.
Posted Friday, 24-Aug-2007 17:08:05 PDT
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