Dorothy Parrott made me cry today. I didn't realize the love that happened between her and David.
I didn't know what happened in his room. I'm grateful she told me. He seemed so resigned, yet she found him. Her great compassion, her love. Dorothy reminded me compassion is the essence of life, not control and domination, it's the opposite of occupation and war. It is Life. Compassion is life. We will celebrate these rare angels in our lives, we carry their light.
we swam together the first time this year, what joy, played Try to get the Ball, and i lay my head on his shoulder, ah, bliss.
what about billy? memoirs are bizarre. i'm porous but i cant retain. did she say he died?
anyway the thing is everything leaks and everyone dies. it's the way it leaks, the way one dies.
i wish that i might ghost write the memoir of fen.
compassion and a fierce grace protect us from the savage race.
what are your intentions? it's hard to believe, that you were only lookin, ah, for somethin to squeeze.
vic chesnutt, latent/blatant.
theodore's maw said some sports victory resulted in the party that trashed the point. i thought t'was just folks honoring the dead. she-ite, mister! s'pose we won the war on terror. party to end all parties, mufuzz.
