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Skye Egg Bound

Date and Time  - Jan. 23rd, 2008, 07:11 pm

Current Mood  - worried worried
Current Music  - Nico - My Funny Valentine

Skye is at Angell Memorial. She was admitted last night and is egg bound. She has an abnormally large egg in her. She's getting an additional calcium shot tonight, but if she hasn't passed the egg by morning our options are ovocentesis or prostaglandin. Both are risky. [info]purpleglitter and I have decided on ovocentesis because we believe skye is more likely to be able to fight the risks associated with ovocentesis. We are also considering having her oviduct removed. The procedure is risky on a budgie, but so is her reoccurring problem with egg binding. Further, while introducing its own risks, having her oviduct removed would eliminate one of the key risks of ovocentesis: remaining bits of shell creating a future blockage.

Please keep Skye in your thoughts and prayers.

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Old Playroom

Date and Time  - Jul. 6th, 2004, 03:33 pm


i miss the playroom at the old [info]house_of_clocks
it was such a representation of me
i had all sorts of things written on the wall
the writings were all pieces of me
angry and happy
resilient and giving up
my tinfoil room
odd things screwed and nailed to the ceiling
plastic eggshells, pictures, etc.
gave it a odd feel
it was shiny
my tinfoil room
i'd see shapes in the walls
everything was bright
either reflective or colorful
or often both
the room was where i spent most my time
i miss that room
it was crazy like me

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The Law of the Zoo

Date and Time  - Mar. 2nd, 2004, 02:22 am


The Law of the Zoo

the law of the zoo
caged wilderness
reckless and broken at the core
can we play dirty games of intention?

watch through the window
life goes by in shifts
dreams awaken
the light disappears

the secret endeavor
saving pills for some lucky day
don't look now
i think i broke the shell


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Discuss Being

Date and Time  - Apr. 28th, 2003, 01:10 am


Discuss Being

melancholy therapy
forever drugs
luck starting
to that point
artistic if something
bath feels amazing
session wonderful
think about half-dreams
starting peace
progress I choose
delicate dreamer
blowing feeling
that is chatter
eggshell memories
in ritual haze
incense patterns
smoke trapped in bliss
puppet needing master
med time


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The Cockatrice Egg

Date and Time  - Dec. 30th, 2001, 03:50 am


The Cockatrice Egg

the cockatrice egg
looks healthy
smooth and common
unassuming
one does not
look upon it
and see that
what lurks
waiting in
the thin
shell walls
should
never have existed


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Brittle Eggshell House

Date and Time  - Nov. 19th, 2001, 11:28 am


Brittle Eggshell House

the angry wind
knocks at my window
the walls of the house
are brittle eggshells
striving to keep
the cold biting air
I sit conformable
in this frail structure
I watch the
turbulent world
stampedes along
and hope that
my brittle eggshell house
is not trampled upon


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Cold and Hollow

Date and Time  - Oct. 24th, 2001, 11:17 pm


Cold and Hollow

cold and hollow
empty cracked
pale egg shell
coughing up
coughing up
barren miles
of wasted
lifeless
nothing


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Through Gaps in the Tinfoil

Date and Time  - Sep. 2nd, 2001, 06:29 pm


Through Gaps in the Tinfoil

Dancing Trip Womancandles everywhere
daylights invade
through gaps in the tinfoil
covering dusty windows
and rotted frames

the exploits of the previous night
begin fading away

starfaced
we try locking out reality
just a little while longer

sweet mystical sounds
from dead can dance
attempt to hide
the cluttered noise filled with
the honks from angry motorists
the roars of monster trucks
the yellings of business and frustration
from those who slept the night away

tattered blankets with blazing colors
of grape and apple
woven in checkered patterns
attempt to hide
the all-consuming glare
threatening to take away
what mystery and wonder
still remains within these eggshell walls

our grasp on the surreal
slips away from our hands
the sun peeks through
imposing harsh definitions
on the frail darkness
the brilliance cannot hold
the magic of the void

air only a few hours ago
smelling of cheese and candy and incense
holds just a stale memory
of what was

pop ice wrappers
litter the floor

the woman with flowers in her hair
who danced on the ceiling
reduced to a lace outline

once again
life goes on
as if nothing happened


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