Friday, May 31, 2002
i have a feeling that some primal creature is climbing
up my windpipe wanting to escape. i feel useless helpless
powerless and comfortless.
and poor. bekah i'm sorry, sorry! i want you to be known
and remembered.
oh, just fuck them all, right? yeah, i know i can't. i don't
have the money. don't let me forget to make the calls i have
to make today. amen

Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
moon phases |

I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
issues
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