The last few days my grief has been as remote as the sun: It’s something that has caused my life to be what it is, that affects my life, but is untouchable, unreachable, incomprehensible ( Read more... )

At the funeral ( Read more... )

You know what really fucking pisses me off? When people tell me that "Kit lives on inside" me. That's so fucking bullshit. Kit is dead. Dead, dead, dead. Maybe I can remember him, and maybe I think about him all the time, but that doesn't make him "alive inside of me" and it doesn't make his absense hurt any less. It's just one of those fucking ( Read more... )

Lately I've been having dreams that I'm trying to kill things, people, fishes, friends, men. But last night I had a dream that I died. Struck down by a bolt of lightening ( Read more... )

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Cuchi de mimi
Chu shite kodasai
Ai shiteru

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We're like strong coffee
Ground up and brewed over the years
Bitter but hardy

fluttery flit ( Read more... )

Just talked to a man nearly killed in Iraq. Not dead, just mostly dead, for a while there. In the middle of a raid of a house in Ramadi, Iraq, an "improvised explosive device" detonated, spewing shrapnel like a frat boy spews chunks a few hours before the world's worst hangover. Little metal splinters dug into the lieutenant's face, his arm, his ( Read more... )