stuck in traffic and while a plane flies off to another place and time, bones' mixtape powder blasting in my car speakers, i have a breakdown. the hardest drive i ever did in my entire life.
when you wallow, do it properly. find a muck and start living in it.
then the grief sets in and starts swallowing me whole like a huge wave crushing my rail thin, junkie body into an ocean that has unfathomable depths. it was like death but worse, because you're there and you're alive. you experience it first hand.
a good mourning to you too, kind sir. today we mourn our loses and physical appearances that we can't keep up with. i miss cebu and the people in it, but mostly, i miss myself. i need fucking help.
"hands on the strap."
due to copyright laws and the hippocratic oath of doctor-patient confidentiality, it is with the advice of my lawyer that i not talk about the things that transpired next.
released July 16, 2016
this record is for you. thank you for making me realize that i need to help myself. i miss you terribly, and i wish we could both find ourselves again.
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