Bubba we'll miss you
bubba was an electrician, a very good one who was around my parent's plumbing & electrical supply store since i was a little girl, hellfast rollerskating through the warehouse. bubba was sweet & kind & a unique person in his friendliness & humor. bubba'd been dealing with cancer for a long time now & on this very day, he passed on. we all love you, bubba, & we'll never forget you.
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im bout 50 or so pages into this novel im writing. it's very post-post-love, harrowing women/mothers who are all eternally fifteen years old in their brains & though from altogether different histories, are looking for the exact same thing, & in each other. perhaps we never grow up or believe in love.
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i gotta work murs tonight. murs, underground rap/hiphop.
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when the dawn began a beckon beckon
said come here grl, when youre silent
at the beginning so too will
be the end. the neighbors flowers.
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van gogh said--"if one hasnt a horse, one is one's own horse." hows that for a large scale back tattoo?
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im bout 50 or so pages into this novel im writing. it's very post-post-love, harrowing women/mothers who are all eternally fifteen years old in their brains & though from altogether different histories, are looking for the exact same thing, & in each other. perhaps we never grow up or believe in love.
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i gotta work murs tonight. murs, underground rap/hiphop.
~
when the dawn began a beckon beckon
said come here grl, when youre silent
at the beginning so too will
be the end. the neighbors flowers.
~
van gogh said--"if one hasnt a horse, one is one's own horse." hows that for a large scale back tattoo?
