The home is quiet. Clean and dark. My son moves about in his sleep and I wait for my meds to kick in and help me sleep. Here is something I wanted to share. Sometimes I do say "how dare we stop" because it's scary. And it's special. Deep Deep Deeper than I can explain.
"Somebody's gonna change ya
Somebody's gonna give to you
ok? just calm down....stabilize
you have saintly eyes"
(jj, im going to email you the song "saintly Eyes." will you please just upload it to this post and delete this personal message? thank you. i couldnt fucking figure it out.)
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