| This site is dedicated to, and is for, and about the death of the sweetheart. In your special place, impossible to exist, except in memories, past defeating present. We mourn the sweetheart's loss in a disgusting world of oppurtunistic, lottery ticket holders caring about nothing that is long term, only the cheap thrill, the bragging rights and trophy holding. The thirteen year old's tatoo, the hard-ass attitude. Don't call your parents, drink, insult, thank only yourself, and blame the rest if you don't get yours. Gone to the pill bottle, gone to you mother's hope chest, buried in the knee high boot, the trunk of the car, and they get laughs, they get home late, they missed the rent, they forgot your money, they've found a new friend, they won't be told they were wrong. That's what it's all about, and we're with you baby. Take my arguement as something that is just my problem. You don't need this. You need to please yourself. The dream is alive and well, and we wouldn't want to wake you from it. |
