When I see you all stacked up in those trucks and know that you're going to slaughter, I like to tell myself that you are all murderers and rapists that were reincarnated as sheep. Somehow that justifies the cruelty. But nothing ever could really.
Having no reason at all. Being inspired. Being in love. Falling over. Splashing in puddles. Exploring. Being naked. Creating. Learning. Mischief making.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Hannah
I saw your cuts yesterday. But don't worry I won't tell anyone. I wanted you to know that I have always admired you every time you talk- you are so eloquent and intelligent. I always wanted to talk to you because I think you're special and I thought you seemed very lonely.
You squashed my thoughts when you were a bitch to me.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Address
Tonight I emailed you with my blogspot address. And that makes me really nervous. I'm not sure why.
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