i am picturing a row of plump old babcias like my grandfather's mother, heads tilted back, mouths open, pillar candles sticking out.
i'm going to have nightmares.
why my brain didn't supply me, instead, with a row of versions of my paternal grandmother (think patty & selma from the simpsons and you pretty much have her down), smoking candles made to look like cigarettes, I don't know. that's not nightmare fodder, that's funny. THANKS, BRAIN.
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i'm going to have nightmares.
why my brain didn't supply me, instead, with a row of versions of my paternal grandmother (think patty & selma from the simpsons and you pretty much have her down), smoking candles made to look like cigarettes, I don't know. that's not nightmare fodder, that's funny. THANKS, BRAIN.