Post-Mortem
2 months ago
Thursday, April 23, 2015
my first nature poem (live)
Something I wrote about my step-brother, Josh. It started out being about nature, but it ended up being about me, about people, about Josh, about death.
One of those three kids riding bikes is my son, Bo.
Sorry I'm so bald. I shaved my head right after watching this video.
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ReplyDeletert rt ill help you
Deletealso the part about caring about pictures of yourself was annoyingly real
ReplyDeletethe sun and the moon seem extremely close yet they havent seen each other in forever. UGH YASS
ReplyDeleteMY VIDEO WONT UPLOAD ON THE BLOG I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET IT ON FOR A HALF HOUR NOW AND ITS JUST NOT WORTH THE LOSS OF SLEEP
ReplyDeleteim done
I have it on my phone though and I can show you tomorrow
take it or leave it
please take it I need an A