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    dots Submission Name: Tragic Kingdomdots

    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    58/m/ohio
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    Tragic Kingdom

    I think she told me her dad died holding her hand and wearing a diaper as he slowly surrendered to cancer like a child to punishment. Maybe it was just the delirium of experiencing strength reduced to soft clay as she massaged back muscles that no longer existed or maybe it was the fact that they shouted whatever prayers they knew like threats at the ceiling as his chest arched twice to heaven before sinking into the shell hed once been, but she still exhibits some profoundly tragic skills. A finer Ophelia, a more inane Anna Nicole, Ive never met. Shed like to believe were all bastards for believing something better will emerge from the cesspool of this nanosecond, but the numbness of now will become the numbness of then as time melts into time. Eventually, depression will evict her from his house like a slum lord and shell either recover or find a new reason to haunt bars and emulate Knievel and Icarus.

    The world is full of tragic actresses who never needed to audition for the chaos that they lived, but there are a few who found peace under the rainbow. Sometimes any sort of action is a good thing, even an impossible war against deity grinds the armor to paper thin plates the kind we record our confessions on. The last time either of us saw God, He was drunk, lost and frightened. The exact image we expected to find over the sink and in the soul. We met, married, drank, regretted and sobered up. I think well both be better now. As better as we can be. Anyway, shes pregnant and I pray that, somehow, our daughter will enjoy her innocence like a bright toy and become the covenant we lost.

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      As better as we can be...

    i was thinking this morning about doing the next right thing. or as about as right as i can get. god, i sometimes wonder if we ever survive ourselves. just survive ourselves. much less the people and the worlds we live in. it's been a battle and coming to terms is a breathe in/breathe out thing. it seems to me, that it is a continued process. a practice.

    i look back at my own parents and realize, they did the best they could with what they had/have. we have evolved as a family. and we had some dark times to deal with. and they are just as human and imperfect as i. and i love them for trying.

    anyhoo... thoughts.
    | Posted on 2009-09-25 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
      The last time I saw Jesus, he was in a film, being crucified, badly in need of a haircut and shave, but they didn't have salons back in those days...
    | Posted on 2009-02-23 00:00:00 | by alexboy | [ Reply to This ]
    What can I say? This is fine writing and the kind of writing I prefer from you (yes, I know I repeat myself). It makes me think about everything you write but do not post here, which is a shame, because I'm very interested to peruse your writings.

    No suggestions, no criticisms. Just that I would like to see more, if that's at all possible.

    | Posted on 2009-02-17 00:00:00 | by O | [ Reply to This ]
      I love this. I love that there are two totally different parts to one post. I love how sad it made me when I read it. I love how it starts with an ending and ends with a new beginning.

    I think the first part completely oozes sadness and suffering, and it honestly made me feel what I was reading.

    what I think is tragic is that I'm the only one to leave a comment on this so far.

    it's been a while since I've read something and actually felt like I needed to say something about it. Thanks for that
    | Posted on 2009-02-13 00:00:00 | by MmR | [ Reply to This ]

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