Friday, June 09, 2006


I suppose I could kick around a couple metaphors about healing and emotional scars, but really, these days I find my literal, physical scars more interesting. When I rub my finger along my bellybutton, there is a jagged line there now.

It's strange to think that it'll be with me forever.


# posted by Arnie : 12:47 PM
Comments:
I thought it was an aerial view of Crack-atoa. And thank you, Arnie, for a photo that will haunt me for the rest of my life. It looks like a tiny homunculus is trying to claw its way out of your blowhole. Bleh.
# posted by Blogger crabbydad : 9:55 PM
 
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