I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards.
I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
Friday, May 30, 2008
gripping sand (American Sonnet)
they are leaving one by one
with all my desperation holding myself and rocking back and forth i cant think of words or actions that can stop them from growing up and away
do they know that I am a fragmented core of fraud and fear
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