Death
Jan 26, 2008
The thought of that kind of lonlieness just bugs me. It's just so weird how someone is here one day cracking jokes with you and then they're just gone. Here's your hole in the dirt, we're going to put you here, and no one will ever see your body again.
I feel like hopping in a car with Steph and driving some random place. With the windows down, our favorite songs playing. The French Quarter sounds nice..riding a trolley in the Garden District and walking around looking at the ghoulish mansions. Seeing your breath blow in front of you from the cold and smelling the riverfront and a hint of cajun food. I think I'll have some coffee and re-read the Vampire Chronicles
The thought of that kind of lonlieness just bugs me. It's just so weird how someone is here one day cracking jokes with you and then they're just gone. Here's your hole in the dirt, we're going to put you here, and no one will ever see your body again.
I feel like hopping in a car with Steph and driving some random place. With the windows down, our favorite songs playing. The French Quarter sounds nice..riding a trolley in the Garden District and walking around looking at the ghoulish mansions. Seeing your breath blow in front of you from the cold and smelling the riverfront and a hint of cajun food. I think I'll have some coffee and re-read the Vampire Chronicles
posted by Anne Droid @ 6:43 PM
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