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School started today. Who the hell cares?


Baxter bit me again today. I know he was just scared. It wasn’t as bad as last time. Just a nip on the finger. One hole, neat and precise. Like a needle from a syringe. Surgical. Deep

I sat there and watched the blood well up. Dark and dark. It welled and welled. It never seemed to overflow, just sat there on my finger like the tiny bud of a new rose. Dark and red and dark and red. Just as the tar seeps up from the ground.

Through miles of waste to cross upstream risking all dreams for what the surface brings free like a flow that pours from your hand claiming its own new river

I am claimed and I can never be free.

I have proof. I’ll show you.

Perhaps you’ve guessed

Yes, I saw him. Waiting at the bus stop. Right under the tree, right there. Face round as the moon. Hahaha. The moon.

I see the moon and the moon sees me and the moon sees the somebody i want to see and God kill the moon and God kill me and God bless the somebody i want to see oh please just let me die.


dammit, just take me instead! COME ON. I’m right here and I’m asking you to! Come on, come on, take me instead.

please please please


How many times do I have to ask?

take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me


On every page I ask, I beg, I plead.

Midnight feeder.

Bloody reaper.

I should have known one day you would come.

And I did. I did know, and I asked I asked I asked i asked iasked oneverypage oneveryblogpost.

take me and leave them alone. please.

Bitter dancer

damn these songwriters. How do they know?

Just as the sand made everything round
Just as the tar seeps up from the ground
bitter dancer, ever turning
so was the day that you came to town

you took a room and you settled in
washed off the chalk from your weathered skin
daylight sleeper
bloody reaper
you took a room and you settled in

i should have known one day you would come
all of us walk so blind in the sun
midnight feeder, beggar, pleader
i should had known one day you would come




bad news. hurt hand. dad takin to doc today. will explain later.


Answers to questions

I asked my new mom about those pictures. She said the “wagon wheel” is actually a clothes-hanging thing for my new grandma to hang wet clothes up when it’s not nice out, saving on electricity. It’s right next to the wood-burning stove, so that area is nice and toasty.

Some people just like to paint on saws, apparently. It’s a thing.

My new mom doesn’t know when the barn burned down. She’s lived in that house her whole life, and she said it was burned before her family moved there. I don’t know why they haven’t tried to rebuild that area or do anything with it, but it’s just there, this pile of mostly burned stuff. I don’t know.

On the second night

Hmm. I just sat here for five minutes trying to type the next words.