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it took someone as ungrateful as her to allow mother to see. mother was only doing what was specifically unwanted. vaguely irritating, but accepted nonetheless. for the path of least resistance was to work around mother's actions. it was more pleasant this way. this is what she allowed mother to see. only she could have opened up such a realisation. stubborn brutish. the immediate harsh punishment served upon her by mother did not compare to the slow and torturous disintegration of mother's ways. and the withdrawn demeanour toward the boys became colder.
Woman kills herself, niece and nephew
January 19, 2008 - 8:29AM
A woman with a history of mental illness purposely walked her young niece and nephew into highway traffic to commit a double-murder suicide, US prosecutors say.
Marcelle Thibault, 39, was driving south on the Interstate 495 highway in Lowell, Massachusetts last week when she turned the car sharply, drove across the median and northbound lanes, then began driving against traffic in the breakdown lane, authorities said.
She then stopped and got out of the car, took both children into her arms and walked onto the highway. She and the children were struck by two cars and killed.
"We believe that Ms Thibault took her niece and nephew and walked with them into oncoming traffic on Route 495, tragically resulting in the deaths of the two young children while taking her own life in the process," District Attorney Gerry Leone said in a statement.
The young victims were Kaleigh Lambert, five, and Shane Lambert, four, of Brentwood, New Hampshire.
A statement from the family released by Leone's office pleaded for prayers and privacy.
"This is a time of terrible tragedy for our families. We love Marci, Kaleigh, and Shane and we miss them very much," the statement said. "We ask everyone to join us in prayer for their souls, and to help us get through this most difficult period of our lives."
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put something into it my one put something on the fryer in the sauce in joy the pitter the pitter the pitter. find fing gnome. i'm dreaming. i'm leaving. i've seen it ten thousand times before. and the rest. the best, some fucking dream. put me in. pit piut pitpit put something in. enjoy/ filesaver/ enjoy.
came back down from the fence and cut my wrists up real bad. could of used something real. oh yeah. oh yeah. just put it in tune. sing it straight, dont try to tell me. it's getting late. you wanna be that man. try, just try to hum the melody, get the tune. ]]]
well crafted lads. grab my attention and hold onto it/ it is life itself. without it you dont exist. well you get the idea. just needs a little bit of work. like some sort odirection, as thought it knre where it were heading. multi faceted singularly driven beast of creation and substance. trickling and cracking...sprung and cracked.
lacks in assertive decision making. due to greater focus and knowledge on the ends. where one desires to be. as opposed to the means. how one wishes to proceed. it is the procession that carries experience and the arrival that embodies knowledge.
give me one last procession and then hand over the no. the no. the now.
just a thought
so i have lost my way. i need to find a new - perhaps temporary - purpose for this space.
philosophy notes have taken on pencil form in notebooks, post-its, and the margins of semi-(in)famous books.
photography has been put on a temporary hiatus given my disillusionment with cameras. i had ben creatively exhausted in that area. perhaps i will work on a few of my old photos, scan a some negatives and post those. but only when i feel the inclination to get back in that saddle.
on an aside note, i am seriously considering trading up on my d70 body into the realm of the d200 or god forbid the d300. but that is all to one side at the moment.
i do still get into creative bouts of writing. perhaps this can be posted here. i have been going over most of it and refining. working largely on pen and paper. it must be said that i have been spending much time away from the computer.
i have had my recording setup demolished. am slowly putting it back together. it has been in a state of flux, since the move into the new room. and given that i have been carting it around to other venues to play with different people.
otherwise the computer is largely used for resource gathering and photography work. isn't it odd how possessions are made redundant in slow shifts of personal objectives.
for the sake of writing, keeping the skills, the vocabulary, typing, and all that belongs to such areas of creativity. just spills of ideas could still be collated here. embarassing, but entertaining.
hopefully fun.
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oh its over.
put away in a draw. forgotten, rolled over. peaced out. mulled and munched.
put in a sack. rubbed in. racked up split and broken.
it's on again off again. on.
i don't want to sleep. sleep just freaks me out. don't wanna stay awake. thoughts just rush into my head. just offer some escape. something that relieves.
keep on talking. i wont interrupt. i'll just sit back and listen.
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