Listen..

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Theron,

I left for houma and
I wanted to drive off the road
I thought to write
"Bury me with him" in blood on your floor
Abby licking my wrist wounds.

There is no one who will ever be as important to me as you were.
You were my everything.

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