Tuesday, November 27, 2007
(Rrrrrrrrrrrr)Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much,
it's because I preferred you among so many outlined joys.
-Rilke-
Not much to say, except for the fake that Im fucking jittery and the boys finished all my fucking ciggs and God knows who the hell took my lighter home. Jesus!
And marathon Leen, come back right know from the grandma's house before I deteriorate in my new found dilemma.
And Cheri need you to come online or call or some fucking shit that has me in contact with you at this very moment.
God dammit!