Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

which is a fascinating formulation, right. "a little." like a small death, a partial one, a death you could measure in tablespoons. i've been turning it over all afternoon. she means it as a kindness - she's a good person, pia, she still buys me coffee - but what she doesn't understand is that the mother i'm killing died the first time i told her i was going to art school instead of the sorbonne. everything after that is just the corpse twitching. you normies with your living mothers, your phone calls on sunday, your "how is your brother" - i envy you, i do. but i also think you're the same people who think column K has data in it. sweet. so beneath my understanding of maternal grief. anyway. just wanted to write that down before i go read whatever scribe has done to the thermal paper thread. Nacht.

EuroTrash_Herr666 wrote:everything after that is just the corpse twitching.

EuroTrash why do you always make me feel things when I am just trying to look at receipts ЛОЛ But yes I know exactly what you mean about the "little" death, it is never little is it??? It is everything

GraceWarrior_77 I swear you see miracles in every grocery bag, maybe try reading the actual numbers next time instead of writing fanfiction???