it was my first friday calling off i had to go to the hospital the stumch ace went to my chest and i had to get it checked out they said it was gasitis so they gave me something for the pain thank god because it was hurting so bad i was crying. im sorry william i love you and i hope we never argue like that ever again. 2 hours the hospital just staring at the ceiling was driving me nuts. i had a blow song stuck in my head which didnt make things that bad. i got me blood takin that was neat to look at the blood coming out of its hiding place. i even go to ware the half gown but i didnt take off my pants so my bare but didnt stick out the end. i want to take picture of you in the moring and watch your body form a perfect square shapeyour colors tell something to the inside.leting everyone know you are so diffrent then the american dream of gasby. lets be happy for just this once.simple faces and hand holding evenings. edit: the photo store tells a depressing tale of a once beautiful dancer and her trademark smile the discalceate barefaced coryphee bargains for condor from a carefree circle with such complexity only a redoubtable person can forbear its excitment her body gasps for air it broues ever so slowly. her once beauitful dance seems more weak and dieing. the cracks on the dance floor separate. she will soon fall inward with it. and the photo will disapere into the flames.