I’m starting to see something here. The legacy of fathers who are ambivalent about their sons. The legacy of someone who has used words to hurt and diminish. Watch how some people choose their words very carefully.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.