index | archives | notes Saturday, Jan. 06, 2024 1:37 a.m. << [ Once an asshole ] >> I hope that when the dementia burns through my brain, like water drops on tissue paper, that it burns out the mean and leaves behind kind. I hope my frail neurons reach across the gaps to grow fresh pleasantries where before there were none. I hope to be the sort of nice old grandma that says comforting warm shit and not hateful shit. I hope. but probably not. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org