11/19/09

11/10/09

We are living terminal lives.

Of others and ours as well. Every week we say goodbye, goose-bumped and sorrowful, thinking kind thoughts of those that go, ultimately hoping others will think kind thoughts of our passing too. "Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul Come to us, Lazarus It's time for you to go"

11/5/09

usualy you weren't listening

when i said "f**k off!" i never imagined you'd actually go up to the first woman and do it.