back at hamp

im back and have my gma b on my mind. im rly sad i didnt get a final chance to visit my gma but i think im gonna write her a letter and see if we can do a big family get together for thanksgiving. i will also ask her to pick up the phoen when i call PLEASE.


EDIT: this poem is not worth having up. but i like the beginning and the end:

1: she did not cry
when they put him in the ground.

2: do not be afraid, child. ghosts are the pasts of the living.
the safest place to be is
among the dead.

the rest can all go to shit.