words like violence

My foot has fallen asleep. It's been this
way for about ten minutes now and I'm a bit
concerned about standing up and moving around.
It feels like I've nothing below my knee.
I most likely shouldn't sit with my legs
under me when I'm at the computer.

I fed Audrey a little ant that I found in
the bathroom this afternoon. And if I had
uploading capability, then I would have
taken photos of it to post.

Also, this afternoon, I set up my Day of
the Dead altar, which will remain up until
November 2nd. I just need to buy the same
brand of cigarettes that my grandmother and
Spaceboy smoked. Perhaps even a shot of
vodka next to my grandmother's photo. But, for
now I have those spice wafer cookies which
only come out this time of year (and which
taste like God in my mouth). There's also
a glass of water and a dish of salt.
Purple, orange, and yellow flowers. My old
rosary which has been blessed by a bishop and
given to me by my mother. The little Hearse
matchbox car my brother gave to me a few
months ago. David Bowie's Earthling on CD,
to represent Spaceboy because all the photos
I have of him are still in Newt's possession.
I need to remember to get those back from her.

Time for ice cream, Entemann's chocolate
chip cookies, and Shadow of the Vampire with
the Engineer.

Oh, Willem DeFoe...*lust*