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last night my father went to a wake. it was a friend of his. i saw him later that night and he gave me a hug and kiss and said "i've been meaning to do that for a while."
i sketched a study on my stomach for a painting i've been meaning to do. but it didn't stick around for very long...
i'm pretty much back to finding comfort in seclusion. i know some people hate to see me do that.
i sing and drink and sleep on floors
and try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me
so when i'm suffering through some awful drive
you occasionally cross my mind
it's my hidden hope that you are still among them
well, are you?
i sketched a study on my stomach for a painting i've been meaning to do. but it didn't stick around for very long...
i'm pretty much back to finding comfort in seclusion. i know some people hate to see me do that.
i sing and drink and sleep on floors
and try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me
so when i'm suffering through some awful drive
you occasionally cross my mind
it's my hidden hope that you are still among them
well, are you?