Anencephalie Info, submitted by tres dessert. I honestly can't imagine how horrifying it would be to carry a monster inside my stomach for nine months, only to have it come out dead or deformed. In such cases reality has dealt you a cruel and extremely harsh blow, but that does not mean it has abandoned you. At no point did reality say, "Hey, go play over there with your dead baby and get the hell away from me." Unfortunately some people wrongly come to this conclusion and so we end up with a site such at this one, offering horrible advice on how to properly photograph your dead baby so that you can have loving memories of the corpse that came out of you.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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