there is so much work (left) for the living to do. maybe george's death will reinvigorate my latent fascination with life, death, and the purpose and effects of each. and well. there is an awful lot of writing to be done, and painting, and grieving, and laughing, and crying, and fucking (and being fucked), and [...]
in essence…an introduction to my abnormality of an extended family
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