Today my wife has died
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Today my wife has died
I SPILLED A WHOLE GLASS OF WATER ON MY BED
My Papers...
What do these notes contain about me? What do they say about who I am? Are these accounts truthful, are these scribbled messages a reflection of me overall or just of who I am or was at a given point in time?
Hear my words, twist them to give them a meaning that you can accept. There face value is exactly what I said no twisting needed. Take nothing away, add nothing later on. Diary, journal, notes on scraps of parchment meant to be who we are and what we stand for.
Have you read them, what do they say? Am I all there, am I crazy or insane? Do I seem rational as any one being can be? Do I seem to be one who has been thus far through some life experiences that have changed me?
Do you understand truly, truthfully, totally what I'm all about? An educated guess will make do with what you have been given to work with. Take your notes on me, make your determination to the contrary of what I've actually said. Let your mind interpret what the notes you've taken said...
Image: google.com / scribbled words notes taken to understand
Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.
listening to a playlist i made for my cat and trying very hard not to crash out i have HOMEWORK
printed matter critique day and technically public showing but mostly my critique
Brotha Lynch Hung - my papers
I got to his house to see everything in my room packed up. I had books for school, school work, and a bunch of things I need for school gone and he won’t tell me where it is.
Fine, you can pay the $90 each for the books I need for my fucking classes. You can explain to my teachers that I have 0 of my work.
You can explain why I don’t have the apron or jacket for culinary.
You can explain why I’ll be failing Culinary, Geometry, English, and Spanish.
I’m done.