the boy least likely to - i box up all the butterflies
struggling for air under an upturned glass,
and i put pins through its wings…
this song cheers me up, always.
everybody is putting cats on my dash tonight. i love it. i love yous.
most played march.
this month i’ve been mostly living in the past and in the ghetto.
i was walking past some houses, only lit by dim street lights. a man came out of one house and started shooting the windows of another. i thought that if i ran away he would shoot me too, so i forced myself to walk and act casual.. it was really difficult because my heart was pounding and i needed to get away.
once i got through an ally and out of his sight, i ran. rats started appearing at my feet, both alive and dead ones. they became so dense that i couldn’t avoid stepping on them. i could feel their bones crunching underneath me. when i looked down i could see bits of paws, teeth and tails, it was disgusting. i kept running but i wasn’t getting any closer to home.
1990s - balthazar
i really dislike the phrase ‘rest in peace’. R.I.P even more so.
rip. i hope nobody says it when i die because it means nothing to me.
not that i could possibly care then, but i care now. i want people to say more meaningful things about me, thanks.
