The very private Artist and friend Monica Molinaro

I know Monica, yep I do and I know her better than most men I bet. Maybe almost any man, for sure any man that I have met that know her. I have not been intimate with her, but I know her and she is one of the persons in my life who I can feel and not be closer than a thousand miles. I have experienced things, discussed things, seen things and participated in things which only Monica and I can and will discuss. Sometimes I think we have our own language and others I feel that her breath and what it speaks is my teacher. I always miss her, but hardly see her. Is that not the truth that persons say to each other at funerals.
They cry and cry and say they cannot live without this person, but they did. So I say shut the fuck up and say that you enjoyed their company, but you were too busy with the mundane things in life to spend some real time with the real fucker laying dead there. Where this when to I just don't know as you know this is my non grammatical and nonsensical blog for myself. What the hell does this have to do with Monica? I am surrounded by painting of Monica! They  are all over my house, in notes,, drawers, boxes and mostly in my head.
Her is some of her art, Monica Molinaro to share with you.