You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
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April 3rd, 2008 at 11:33 pm
Very sorry to hear this … not sure what to say.
April 4th, 2008 at 8:27 am
I’m sorry.
April 5th, 2008 at 11:59 am
Very sorry to hear that, B!x. Lost my dad to cancer a long time ago. I’ll keep you in my thoughts.