GUEST STARRING
this is a special entry by mike a.k.a. casual_frown.
tammi is incapacitated right now, lying on my bed coughing up a storm because her cleveland lungs aren't l.a. enough to handle this hardcore smog. her feet are blistered and a little bloody from breaking in her converse shoes, her lips are crazily and painfully chapped, and she's unable to breathe properly.
tammi also informs me that there's a strange chocolatey mint taste in her mouth. even though she has not eaten any such things in the past few hours. tammi is lying on my bed giggling away instead of doing all this necessary packing since we will be staying up all night and taking the bus to the airport early early in the morning.
oh, tams. our prayers are with you. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxodoxoxoxoxoxfhuadriyge
and to everyone else on tammi's friends list, i love you in the way you love people on the internet that you don't know. :)
- mike
edit:
"the chimney sweeper"
by william blake
- dedicated to tammi -
A little black thing in the snow,
Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
"Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
"And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,
Who make up a heaven of our misery."
edit #2:
looks like she died. oh well.
tammi is incapacitated right now, lying on my bed coughing up a storm because her cleveland lungs aren't l.a. enough to handle this hardcore smog. her feet are blistered and a little bloody from breaking in her converse shoes, her lips are crazily and painfully chapped, and she's unable to breathe properly.
tammi also informs me that there's a strange chocolatey mint taste in her mouth. even though she has not eaten any such things in the past few hours. tammi is lying on my bed giggling away instead of doing all this necessary packing since we will be staying up all night and taking the bus to the airport early early in the morning.
oh, tams. our prayers are with you. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxodoxoxoxoxoxfhuadriyge
and to everyone else on tammi's friends list, i love you in the way you love people on the internet that you don't know. :)
- mike
edit:
"the chimney sweeper"
by william blake
- dedicated to tammi -
A little black thing in the snow,
Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
"Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
"And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,
Who make up a heaven of our misery."
edit #2:
looks like she died. oh well.