sweeping and weeping sweeping and weeping. today i have a "doctor's appointment" and i'm really scared. goodbye house. beautiful dinner with camille at her house and it's magical like a ship. coughing coughing from pinesol in a tiny room feeling thankful it feels like commando shift breathing in and coughing out the greasecutter. i'm always saying that. if this works out i'll be on track to living my dream (dead by 30 from cancer caused by resin and fiberglass). why are we fighting? is it because i told you i'm afraid of food an now you think i'm crazy? my eyes itch and burn. looking at old photos thinking oh brother oh brother..... remember my old house