johnny*johnny*american*laid
fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

feeling along the wall.


Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004
and i can read what he wrote so many times, but it doesn't bring him back. this air around me grows harder and harder to breathe. sometimes, i can hear him in the back of my head, like an old recording, a white noise. sometimes, it's quiet.

these, these are my worse nights without him.

i need a cigarette.

:: 11:49 pm ::

now playing ... iron and wine (our endless numbered days)

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