On the world, had we enough of it, and time.
I guess you'd imagine me heartless. Easy enough, I admit. Heartless or maybe it's a raisin. Small, shriveled and black like a raisin. Fitting, living in Fresno, surrounded by all those wilted grapes.
Naturally, of course, they also mourn who do not wear black. Sing it.
It wasn't intentional, this coincidence. My only intentions for tonight were a shower, a movie, some fast food, and in bed before the quarter-century blind-sided me. I overshoot and a few minutes into Todo Sobre Mi Madre, Esteban and I are both surprised at midnight. At the same time. Really. I didn't realize until it was too late. Way to fuel the fire, asshole.
Unlike Esteban, you know, I have no intentions of getting hit by a car tonight (although it wouldn't surprise me). Mom calling on me in the morning with money and a chocolate cake, then leaving, maybe, as she's learned. Maybe the Pearl Building thing later and then maybe getting really fucked up rather than the usual birthday hibernation. I'm growing old in my soft age.
Naturally, of course, they also mourn who do not wear black. Sing it.
It wasn't intentional, this coincidence. My only intentions for tonight were a shower, a movie, some fast food, and in bed before the quarter-century blind-sided me. I overshoot and a few minutes into Todo Sobre Mi Madre, Esteban and I are both surprised at midnight. At the same time. Really. I didn't realize until it was too late. Way to fuel the fire, asshole.
Unlike Esteban, you know, I have no intentions of getting hit by a car tonight (although it wouldn't surprise me). Mom calling on me in the morning with money and a chocolate cake, then leaving, maybe, as she's learned. Maybe the Pearl Building thing later and then maybe getting really fucked up rather than the usual birthday hibernation. I'm growing old in my soft age.