poem.

in the winter i miss the thunder.

in the spring i miss being able to breathe.

in the summer i miss the snow.

and in the fall

i miss you.

Murphy's Oil Soap

I had a dream about you and Anna last night

I remember, I think, I almost starting crying in the dream because you were hugging me

over and over again

maybe its not something i'm supposed to mourn over

but instead realize how fucked it is that you never would have done that

ever

Tradgey

http://www.projo.com/news/content/WARWICK_FIRE_9_02-09-10_T4HD44R_v9.3a6437d.html

The fire in Warkwick has effected me more than i thought