I don't know anything. I don't know what I knew. I have the flu. He told me he watched his friend get beheaded I read about Foley of course I don't know if I'd watch if it were my friend I didn't watch I don't know what to say It'll be easier when I see him I hope --- More people are reading about Yara She's special and everyone knows it I like conversations about her She's so universally loved I've never seen that Nobody can demonize her face or twist her words --- I have the flu The flu of a thousand babies I think it's good timing I don't want kissing I can't choose and I want to choose even though I shouldn't I suck at this Make it stop --- "Fucking Missouri" --- Hani is making a film and it's about the same play he's always been obsessed with and that makes me so happy He's alive and the same I miss the same I miss napping in the theatre and drawing them and being stuffed into set pieces and then a beer I miss wust elbalad It looks different. Not dramatically. But enough so that it feels off and it's creepy. It smells the same. |