some things are much too crazy. my mother, at this moment, is puking off the side of my house, drunk after a long night of double irish coffees. i told you i was irish. deeply.
she told me many things about my father tonight- many things that hurt to hear. i love my papa more deeply than any of you can ever imagine- i would, in fact, kill you if you ever threatened him. really. tear your throat out and kill you.
tell you more tomorrow....
ectomorphing endomorphs burn paper for warmth in asylum beds while wondering where their mothers are no one to help you now the white walls scream not like there ever was
7.02.2004
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