(Dear Dar,
Your mom, my friend, left a message on my machine. She was frantic, saying you were talking crazy, that you wanted to do away with yourself. I guess she thought I'd be the perfect resort, cuz we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth.)
Moses Elizabeth is being clingy today, so much that I could hardly eat our traditional breakfast witout getting a taste of tail. Not good tail, not that any tail would taste good to me. But to each his own. Jesus would want it that way. If he were still with us.
I digress.
(Buddy, I don't really care what your problem is, just don't make it mine!) There's only one thing these days that makes me happy without question. Always. But it usually makes me poop.
(I'm a chipper, cheerful free-for-all, and I light up a room!)
Of my two youngest children, I'm most like Shebsie, but I want to be most like Cephie. Cephie is a chipper, cheerful, free-for-all, and he lights up my room. He loves without restraint. He lives on his own terms. He does what he wants. He doesn't let a lot of shit get him down. Shebsie, on the otherhand, lies on her stomach, with her legs spread everytime you look at her cross-eyed. Okay, that's an exaggeration. (As if you didn't know that!) But, anyway, she does that shit whenever you offer her affection.
Can you handle me the way I'm are?
Your mom, my friend, left a message on my machine. She was frantic, saying you were talking crazy, that you wanted to do away with yourself. I guess she thought I'd be the perfect resort, cuz we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth.)
Moses Elizabeth is being clingy today, so much that I could hardly eat our traditional breakfast witout getting a taste of tail. Not good tail, not that any tail would taste good to me. But to each his own. Jesus would want it that way. If he were still with us.
I digress.
(Buddy, I don't really care what your problem is, just don't make it mine!) There's only one thing these days that makes me happy without question. Always. But it usually makes me poop.
(I'm a chipper, cheerful free-for-all, and I light up a room!)
Of my two youngest children, I'm most like Shebsie, but I want to be most like Cephie. Cephie is a chipper, cheerful, free-for-all, and he lights up my room. He loves without restraint. He lives on his own terms. He does what he wants. He doesn't let a lot of shit get him down. Shebsie, on the otherhand, lies on her stomach, with her legs spread everytime you look at her cross-eyed. Okay, that's an exaggeration. (As if you didn't know that!) But, anyway, she does that shit whenever you offer her affection.
Can you handle me the way I'm are?
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