Stories to go with Music: Listening -- when thinking of friend(s), and family who have passed on...
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Marvin Gaye Abraham Martin and John, i lost my oldest friend in june since we were in nursery together, all the years just flashed by in an instant, one or two other songs do it for me, the living years Mike and the Mechanics, and simple minds don't you forget about me, the living years when i hear it always think of Mum and Dad who passed within a year of each other.
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I love Andrea & April
Its been three almost 4 years
I can barely talk
about its heavy cost
lost a friend back then
even wrote a poem about it
I can barely talk
about its heavy cost
lost a friend back then
even wrote a poem about it
Dante
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Today, my Friend would've turned 40 years old. I believe over time I've come to understand more about His journey. Only wish that he could've been here to speak with me about it all. But: Never to be. Forever Young. Frozen in Time. May 9, 1986 - August 30, 2022.
Is it so terrible to start living vicariously through somebody who has passed away or to quietly stalk the past life of (in a positive way) a person gone?
--- Rolling Solo, Lone Werewolf dancing in the street - Experiencing homelessness left my Friend feeling a great divide between those housed and those unhoused.
With me in the desert: February 23, 2021 posted:
["There I was with a knife to my chest. Weirdly I enjoyed the sting of its poke into my skin. The fear of death however scared me into a manic fervor. I didn’t sleep for days. Tried to live inside again but the walls reminded me of jail. So I pitched the tent again and let the warm desert air fill my dry nostrils as the roadrunners scooted through the nearby washes and the bowls of the coyotes echoed off the mountains. Jasper skies lit up the evenings and the chirping jog the birds rang in the mornings and while the vibrating shapes of the beginnings of the lights forms kaleidoscopes towards my pupils. I can out here to calm down and regain my clarity and chi. The blm Bureau of land management. Our land . It’s strange now I’m sometimes scared of crowds and people . So I act like a dog in a corner and bark. Then they get scared and bark back and then it’s an old fashioned Mexican American standoff- or maybe not I might have not drank enough water. And it might all be in my head . I sat down and drew a hallucination one day in the desert . I left it there on a rock. Some pieces of art are just for the artist . At least until we die. My sketchbooks are mine I dont like to share them unless I want to . I release my pictures as I see fit. And some I just crumpled up and throw into the fire. But an experience was what I was looking for. A good one. And. I got that. Along with every other type of experience that can be found in a chance one takes in life."]
R.I.P. My Young Friend - May 9, 1986 - August 30, 2022 - It was I who took you out to the desert, and poked you with a knife, and who later tried looking out for you in the streets of LA.
Is it so terrible to start living vicariously through somebody who has passed away or to quietly stalk the past life of (in a positive way) a person gone?
--- Rolling Solo, Lone Werewolf dancing in the street - Experiencing homelessness left my Friend feeling a great divide between those housed and those unhoused.
With me in the desert: February 23, 2021 posted:
["There I was with a knife to my chest. Weirdly I enjoyed the sting of its poke into my skin. The fear of death however scared me into a manic fervor. I didn’t sleep for days. Tried to live inside again but the walls reminded me of jail. So I pitched the tent again and let the warm desert air fill my dry nostrils as the roadrunners scooted through the nearby washes and the bowls of the coyotes echoed off the mountains. Jasper skies lit up the evenings and the chirping jog the birds rang in the mornings and while the vibrating shapes of the beginnings of the lights forms kaleidoscopes towards my pupils. I can out here to calm down and regain my clarity and chi. The blm Bureau of land management. Our land . It’s strange now I’m sometimes scared of crowds and people . So I act like a dog in a corner and bark. Then they get scared and bark back and then it’s an old fashioned Mexican American standoff- or maybe not I might have not drank enough water. And it might all be in my head . I sat down and drew a hallucination one day in the desert . I left it there on a rock. Some pieces of art are just for the artist . At least until we die. My sketchbooks are mine I dont like to share them unless I want to . I release my pictures as I see fit. And some I just crumpled up and throw into the fire. But an experience was what I was looking for. A good one. And. I got that. Along with every other type of experience that can be found in a chance one takes in life."]
R.I.P. My Young Friend - May 9, 1986 - August 30, 2022 - It was I who took you out to the desert, and poked you with a knife, and who later tried looking out for you in the streets of LA.
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