I dreamed that you died, and that it was my fault. You weren't you, though, you were young, and black, and strong, which you are now, but rich-boy strong, "I run and bike when I'm horny and/or trying to impress someone including myself" strong. In my dream you must have been a boy who played basketball like it was what he loved, and you were so ( Read more... )

fuck this. I'm going for a drive. I need to listen to my music and get away. I'm going to buy a good book and go watch the fireworks. Fuck her, fuck this, fuck you.

Thanks for ruining Dave so I'd have a chance to listen to Ray ( Read more... )

When happiness is just a memory I see my father cutting the cord, I feel myself being held up by a strength not my own, a feeling I’d forgotten, (how long has it been since I didn’t have to stand on my own two feet?), I remember my mother’s hands, warm and heavy, the first time she held me, I remember my mother’s arms and the last time she took me ( Read more... )