Boo!

There’s still certain things I can’t do. I reckon you thought I would write after today.
I should be out at Goth/industrial night in downtown with the boys. None of them, minus Craig, do you know.
I still imagine a life in which there is enjambment of friends. Never existed.
I never remembered all of the weird beginning to Sling Blade. Just the good story part and how much you loved it. It’s hard to watch tonight, but I persevere, waiting for the “you will be loved” moment. Why did we do such things to each other? Why all of the emotion when it was a thing that existed but stopped doing so? Love but difference, when the latter won out. That’s how I mark it up.
Why is Sling Blade so weird at the beginning? Wy can’t I listen to Coal Miner’s Daughter? Or Jolie Holland? Where are you tonight? I’ve got mustache too. OM. Original mustache.
One last hurrah that couldn’t, possibly, make any sense.
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.