Category Archives: Phone

Haunted By The Ghost Collective

Posted on August 30, 2011 by

It’s too much. I’m heart broken and soul smooshed, and it wasn’t supposed to be this way at all. I had a Ghost Collective looking out for me – any one of them could use their borrowed, plastic bodies to … Continue reading →

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Continental Bagel-Jam Explosion

Posted on August 19, 2011 by

It’s been a week, and the whole world was made in a week, if you know what I mean. I don’t really know – not any more. Mom is gone, and isn’t coming back for me. I’ve had headaches every … Continue reading →

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