RIP David Bowie

“When you grow up being a little weird, you look up to other people who are weird, especially the ones the whole world seems to love. You start to view your weirdness as a gift and not a curse”

“Oh no love! you’re not alone
You’re watching yourself but you’re too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you’re not alone
No matter what or who you’ve been
No matter when or where you’ve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain
You’re not alone
Just turn on with me and you’re not alone
Let’s turn on with me and you’re not alone
Let’s turn on and be not alone
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful”

“Thanks, man. You were really, really wonderful too. I’ll miss you”

I’ve been trying most of today to formulate words to describe how I feel about the loss of David Bowie.   One of my favorite fellow “weird” friends really nailed it.

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Adam, my bunny – m4m – 49 (St louis)

Adam,

Sweet Bunny,

Daddy can’t find you. Please contact me. Tell me about your square root.

Do you remember when Daddy diapered you and made you walk around in the restaurant? And you couldn’t win a prize at the crane game?

And do you remember how rock hard your pee pee was?

And how many times you have thought of me since then?

Daddy knows what a ridiculous, laughable sissy you are.

And, Little Bunny, Daddy loves you anyway.

Be good, Little Bunny. Suck your thumb and think of me (and send me a message once in awhile).

Daddy

  • Location: St louis