the only girl i’ve ever loved, was born with roses in her eyes, but then they buried her alive one evening 1945withjusthersisterathersideandonlyweeksbeforethegunsallcameandrainedoneveryone.
This past week all I wanna do is create. I want to make something great, something I can take pride in, and make other people happy. I’m in college I wanna write stories. I’m in college I wanna write songs. I’m in college I wanna write pictures and sounds. I feel like I’m getting old and my time is running out, but it’s really nawt, I got my whole life ahead of me. Right??! Or my whole life ahead just so I can look back at all the shit I wish I did.
So I’ll start now. I want my pseudonym to be Dirk Diggler, or Samuel Clemens, or Ben Affleck.
A woman sits in a rocking chair and knits a scarf for her grandson. “Fuck you”, she tells the dog. And the dog said nothing. “You don’t do anything all day long, you sit, I feed you, then you sit. Fuck you”. And the dog said nothing. “I bet you want this scarf too. You can’t have it, it’s for Tommy. He’s on the honor roll and he’s very smart. He’s going to call his grandma any moment because he loves her”. The dog closed his eyes. “Just you wait, you’ll see”. She continued to knit, and allow the foreign chemicals in her brain build up and up and up until she lost control. Her eyes drooped downward, her head slumped, her mouth agape. “Fuck you”, she tells the dog. Her eyes close and never open again, the half finished scarf lies in her lap. And the dog said nothing.
—The Old Woman and Her Friend, by Ben Affleck.