I am still a dickhead

Artboy said he wanted to keep in touch and know if I was ok. I said Is that because you feel guilty and he said Its more than that. There is retrospective meaning in today's meeting with Artboy but I don't know how to grasp at it and make it mine.

He is stumbling confusion.
I am marching determination. Destination anywhere.

Comments

Gemnastics said…
Hello, welcome to my world. One day we should sit down with some wine or something similar and ponder these penile creatures who throw our steadiness askew with one phone call, or lack thereof.

I am at work and your head is on the screen, hurrah. That new photo is hot, incidentally. The light does good things, u look like a sweet little cabbage patch!
DS said…
I think that wine and conversation is the best idea yet. I wish I was a sweet little cabbage patch but I am in fact a six foot sack of unnecessary thought and relentless emotion.

One day we will be in the same town at the same time, watch out world.
Gemnastics said…
Actually I am coming to Sydney next month - my sister is birthing a sprogget - shall we meet, get drunk and throw up?
DS said…
Sounds fabulous, so long as you know that throwing up makes me cry like a sprogget.