Imagine I’m a Zombie Mom but I don’t eat brains. I just live forever so I can always take care of my son, who lives with a disability or two. Except there’s a trade off somewhere. I just haven’t figured it out yet.

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I think though that dreams wouldn’t be allowed. Or maybe my brain would rot faster yet I’d still be here forever. Either way I have been having some fun with art and expressing the ridiculousness of my life lately.


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