it's not the strangers who know nothing about me who aren't friendly or say hello upon passing in and out of doors, it's the people I've known all my life. could be from the church, neighborhood or schools with their kids.
I bet it really burns these people my more recent photo shoots of DeWitt. ha. There's another one coming this weekend, when the rain stops. I had many chances to leave here, but bought a house here instead. Doesn't matter, it'd be the same anywhere, especially in all that city's mass media.
I bet it really burns these people my more recent photo shoots of DeWitt. ha. There's another one coming this weekend, when the rain stops. I had many chances to leave here, but bought a house here instead. Doesn't matter, it'd be the same anywhere, especially in all that city's mass media.
that moment when it becomes apparent, and they know. And the wonder that they hold everything about it, and me, against me.
ReplyDeletehow can they be sick of me, when I only see them on rare occasions.
ReplyDeletejust another thought on suicide.
ReplyDeletePhil says I do this to everyone.
ReplyDeleteThe chip delivery guy is getting to know me on these Saturday mornings. He does everything by the book too, got cones out, in a parking spot, his smile and nod made my day today, and guess what, the sun is kinda coming out right now.
ReplyDeletethis is why we pay people to listen to us.
ReplyDeleteand these myths of social media, emails, and texts, to connect.
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