The day my momma died

I’m an old school diarist from 1992. We blog now. I HATE that connotation. A Blogger. So I put this site up for her in 1992 with a steady “blog” from just photos and static pages in 1997 when she died. You have to wait to hear her message to me. It’s old school, like I said, and my diary is and put a book together of her dying, Dear Demented Diary Vol I Life Cycles. Then my trials and tribulations into being alone, brain damaged with no support feeling like a cat thrown out of the two towers are it blew.

I was the first person to keep my blog up to date on the server in 1998 that crossed the Atlantic. That book is titled “Tales of the Uncontrollable Cunt”

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