In 1987, my grandmother measured, engineered, illustrated and created these art projects for the
The tone of your voicesaying fuckErupts The breath in my breathAnd I’m wet AliveAgainAnd again(All the whileWithout sin)As you read and you whisper I’m withinMy own mind.Hear your voiceAnd I want to come Inside, you’re mine,Somehow I FindYour bed, your pain, insaneAnd to comeHome againWant to comeAnd believe It’s not all in my mindWant to comeWhen I findThe erotic,Divine.
"Communication has never been my strong forte" "I’ve been alive for 74 years and sometimes I feel like I have lots of wisdom to impart and sometimes I feel like I don’t know anything. "mama you’re 73"
As a grandmother, Gigi let us be children. That’s the wrong word. She demanded it.
"It's nice to have at least one competent relative who can take care of things."
When someone sees your faults It’s kryptonite Unable to use superpowers of Faith and belief
Body struggles to breathe Left to biology No mind No spirit Except the will to live
After hearing my arguments about The Knight's Paradox on "Who Hath Suffered The Worse?," my grandmother replied: "There’s no choice so it doesn’t matter, but to never see the one you love is worse"
