Sunday, July 20, 2008
i made a wish about blowing in the wind and with confidence i found God in a cup of something white. i drink IT up until i'm taught to use my own style of dreaming. you left that boy crying in the shower Where we washed away our sins by using our palms to break up the dirt. that cup of something holy smelled like the hosts of the dead . a sequined ghost standing By the Bedside of a Dying Star throws light upon the Sea. I love my Dad, People say that there's never anything good to say ……, My dad has been working for this PERSON but nobody knows What To do IF he Suddenly Withdraws from the type of life that he has Been pledged.