It’s getting late to give you up
I took a sip from my devil’s cup
Slowly, it’s taking over me
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
I planned, God laughed.
Poetry, candles, art, music.
So the doctor who couldn’t be bothered to help prevent my developing deadly blood clots died of… blood clots.
Por la Vía Dolorosa, triste día en Jerusalén
Los soldados le abrían paso a Jesús
Mas la gente se acercaba
Para ver al que llevaba aquella cruz
So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day
Since we’re together, we might as well say
Would you be mine? Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Ashes, uncomfortable comfort, and good trouble. Get into it.
I love you. You make me proud to be Player 2.
It’s not goodbye. It’s just like she always use to say to us kids before we’d leave for school: “See you later, alligator. After while, crocodile.” And give Joscelyne so many kisses for me.