beastbookbody

I wanted to write about everything I saw. Snow fell off the rooftop of the building neighboring my apartment and I thought it was really snowing. My roommate’s plants were dying. I was happy the plants were dying and I wasn’t sure why I was happy. I wanted to write about these things. But then I had to go and ruin it all by wanting to kill myself. Once that thought takes over, nothing else is worth writing about.

Fucking you must be what it feels like to give birth.

So I went on dA today to find out that last week I got a DD for a piece I wrote about the death of my best friend, Sarah Brady. Check it out here: http://beastbookbody.deviantart.com/art/How-to-Sleep-and-Never-Wake-Up-295407732 When I wrote it, I had recently gotten kicked out of school for going off the deep end and so had Sarah's little sister for taking drugs and having a bad trip. I got the DD almost exactly a year after I wrote it, and a year later I am graduated from college and on my way to get my MFA in poetry at The New School in New York. Sarah's sister Mary is going to UC Boulder for her degree in English literature and she hopes t