up the punx

r.i.p.
everyone in atlanta knew you. even the guy from texaco, who asked bob and i where the funeral service was going to be - even he had to go pay his respects. after your wake everyone came to jack's and they trashed the place, but it was well fucking deserved. mari was chain smoking the day after your death. death has such a weird, curdling effect, almost. the tears equal no amount of life learned and lived of you.

1963 baptême du feu

shamanism

i feel so nervous because i can see how it can be, but i am stuck with how it is. midnight is exponentially happier in my new house. i am too. my room is so big and i just want everyone i have ever loved to stay there with me. i love my dad so much and it makes me so entirely upset that my mother has never given him any credit. i made a promise to myself last night that i will never give myself up for someone. i see where i am going and i will not be clouded.