boynamedsue

" I simply stopped
writing of truth
when my truths
no longer sounded
triumphant"

I painted a picture for her yeasterday and it's lovely. Even the flat-mate loved it, which she seldoms does. I am drinking pepsi from a measuring cup, I am too lazy to wash dishes. I don't remember when I stopped loving. I have been having sex dreams everynight. I am no longer working on the collection. It is useless and depraved. I look forward to tomorrow, tomorrow will be different, I keep chanting it softly in supermarkets and gas stations.

Tomorrow there will be mystery.
Tomorrow there will be salvation.

I miss my few friends. Kymm and Matt. Sean. My Laura.

Do you remember waking up and just being excited...for no reason. Everything was alive and beautiful.

My papa was a rascal, I wanna be a rascal too.