i. in lieu of earlier writings
it doesn’t even really BEGIN to explain you and me, but it starts to.
all of that stuff is true, and I do wonder how you could imagine that i can manage to put you, mr. d. chiiildd, into one tiny little package when you’re a thousand and a few millions besides.
ii. dear christ:
fuck you for thinking i can shrink-wrap the universe.
iii. i love you like kanye west lo [sorry, epi, and i’m going to let you finish, but my poetry’s better]ves Ego.
iv. it [chiiildd] fits you so much, because you are a child in a way that just isn’t explicable.
you are this little boy with this head full of these gigantic ideas and a heart with massive feelings in it.
little boy humor and older man sadness and in-between joys.
I’m getting emotional. Stop me.
pain makes me emotional as hell.
when i go to the hospital tomorrow, they better give me fucking painkillers.
i will sleep forever.
And I will change your sheets.
Roll you to stop bed sores.