Posted: August 29th, 2009, 4:47 pm
i'm sort of death obsessed myself; probably will be until i'm dead. still working on joyce - the poem is in there - in your words. hell, it's a poem already.
I watched myself around Joyce. It was a shrine circus, those shriners know how to party. They do a lot of good for kids with their hospitals so I suppose they got the right to celebrate. They would come back stage drunk on their ass and fuck with the elephants. We had to draw a skull and crossbones on Joyce's head with white shoe polish to warn them away.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened to me if I had killed my mother that day. How many other people would I have went on to kill? Certainly I would have killed myself too.