Welcome to George W.'s blog of choice!
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: with myself again.
Topic: it's kill or be killed!
I just don't know if I'm ready.
this is my first time,
mother told me to make it special. I.. I just don't know. I trust you. You know that don't you? I don't want to get hurt though.

father hurt me... alot.
it swims in my memory like a knife. like a knife if it could swim and if it was wearing swimming trunks with the cute faux-80's white draw string. oh.. and look over at the beach. Mr. spoon is the life guard. he brandishes a grimacing look upon his visage. seeping pure into my soul

I remember granola bars at christmas, 1987
For some reason I can smell them again.
warm,crumbly
the supposed confections of a "happy family"
... but not...

will you hold my hand through this?
I trust you. please
don't leave me here