How is that we…
are on again suddenly?
Because you’ve heard,
the word…
on the fucking street,
all about my baby,
of all things –
the only thing –
worth anything to me…
I find it infuriating,
that you found the time,
to slither your way,
into my fucked up day,
and presume to take,
any despair of mine…
before my now-grown,
daughter was gone,
you never cared to know,
what was going on;
and now,
that shit’s hit the fan,
you sad excuse,
for a man,
or as a “friend”,
don’t come here,
don’t pretend,
to see the situation,
and POOF!…
you suddenly care,
about what’s false,
or what might be true ,
and the traumas,
she’s running from –
and right back into,
get the fuck away,
from my overwhelming,
world of pain,
you’d never make it,
through a single day…
the shallows seep,
to water the deep,
and keep any,
reality at bay;
don’t talk to me today,
when you have,
nothing real to say,
no questions or inquiries,
of my daughter’s state…
no acting,
no faking,
get your ass off the stage.
Off-Stage.
eat something, AI, you’re looking a little not there . . .
Dare I ask? And what exactly do you mean by that, neigh?
Just the pic at the top, you seemed thinner. It’s just a pic and I was drunk, never mind. Sorry.
Well hey you could’ve done a lot worse…you are a very well behaved (and well-worded) drunk, Neigh…
No apology necessary. I am looking sickly. Its true. Hugs bud xx
I’m trying some new psoriasis drug, Otezla, and it’s making me nauseous. It’s taking a shit-ton of weed to keep me eating at all.
I know the feeling; Of all of it besides the new drug you’re trying…so far this year my psoriasis is sticking to my elbows…I hope you find some relief, Bud.
goddam I loved Deadwood . . . and now I love Ray Donovan
Things ain’t right, and I know i ain’t right. But damnit, there is a right. I’ll know it when i see it.
Something like that? I’m a little drunk.
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