We've talked, this is just a love letter, you know flay your heart, beat to death in the streets to show your feelins. Flowers die. Prostration has it's many forms. The courtship and affect and what's the word that means the same as love but shot to hell with bullets and life arrows. But that shit's for #$@%s. Believe me, if this was nothing, I wouldn't be doing it. You've seen my shit, would I make a fool of myself for nothing.
Cheers bud. Didnt really know your back story. Terrible stuff and its a strange twist and turn this life. You've created more that I ever will. Get some rest brotha.That took a turn. I'm sorry about that. This is something I would delete, but I don't care anymore.
Now I know my badArchives?
Wow I think he might be actually suicidal
Reading your posts sometimes I'm thankful that I'm not old as shit.
I got a paper thrown out in seventh grade, that fucked me to this day. She said I was copying Salinger Catcher in the Rye. I read Salinger and said fuck. I don't sound like Salinger, I sound like Chandler Brossard. Fucking stupid bitch. She fucked me up to this posting. I'll never get over that stupid comment because I see shit now with no intent. She passed me out of her class because she said she didn't want to grade my papers because it could stunt where I was going. Those are my words, she couldn't put a sentence together for shit.
Send your camels to bed. Let's slip off to a sand dune real soon. I'll be your belly dancer and you can be my sheep.