sent: 8:00 a.m.
good morning mother
sent: 8:00 a.m.
i'm assuming you've woken up today and are still in metaphorical possession of your sight
sent: 8:00 a.m.
with this in mind i ask that you look at yourself in the mirror
sent: 8:01 a.m.
properly
sent: 8:01 a.m.
at the wrinkles and the cuts and the hairs and the glasses that i know you have on already
sent: 8:01 a.m.
then look at the picture of me
8:02 a.m.
the one near the sink not the one by your dresser i look disgusting in that one
8:02 a.m.
i'm still that kid you know
8:02 a.m.
i always will be
8:03 a.m.
you know a body's just a body until it's filled up with a soul
8:03 a.m.
mine is still the same
8:03 a.m.
i am still puce inside
8:03 a.m.
and now that i've changed on the outside
8:04 a.m.
now that my exterior matches the exterior
8:04 a.m.
i'm puce all over!
8:10 a.m.
i'm puce all over. do you still love me? can you?
8:11 a.m.
please still love me
8:33 a.m.
i'm your son and i always have been
8:33 a.m.
just before i was
8:33 a.m.
cyan when i really was puce
8:34 a.m.
i know you hate cyan
8:34 a.m.
so please love me now that i am puce
8:36 a.m.
and please call me jay the other name makes me feel beige and dead and we all hate beige
8:55 a.m.
and please text me back. the silence is crushing my skull. remember when you were the one who glued it back together? thank you.
