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 10th, 2008 at 7:21 pm
I’m sorry.
Did you get to see him?
April 10th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
Our collective condolences from our household.
April 11th, 2008 at 5:21 am
My condolences. I’m so very sorry, b!X. Peace.
April 12th, 2008 at 12:28 am
Thinking of you and your family at this tough time. Take care. Cora