Most of my friends are artists. I slip into their poems, or their paintings, and they pick me apart: what they find beautiful, or coarse, or tasteless. My friends write about their own time on this earth as though each day is an epic, a precious moment-turned-odyssey in the story of their lives. Their hearts beat golden and radiant through their words, their songs, their...
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check out Greasebunny's journal and the comic he speaks of. i am so very very very proud of my friend and the borderline evil ex boyfriend (ed malys) he illustrated with.
so proud, in fact, i nearly cried reading the reviews.
miss you. love you. wish you didn't live so very far away.