do you still write in cursive after theyre dead

 do you like the sound of your aftermath voice, bouncing off the cobwebs?

I've been frantically staying up this week, shaking in sweat soaked silk sheets, somber but sifting through the possible why's, the feelings of others will be my own demise.  I keep rhyming my texts to friends because my most played artists on spotify includes jonathan richman and the magnetic fields. what a great way to introduce valentines day into my life. my sore town's roads, and the sulking grocery cart filled parking lots by my school makes for a joyous holiday. I can't be sarcastic, alan turing's story makes me flutter with red, and radiolab was speaking about his life and it does not get old, the magic of the machine they were talking about, a human who chose to die in the fashion of his favorite villian in snow white, it's cliche but i'm ending this with I cried.

and is a blog, just a pose?
which angle is my best, grandma! stop looking at the ground, we're taking a picture! my friend says she misses me, but I can't say it back without an lol, a brush waiting on my left shoulder, to clean off the hurt with humor. but nothing is funny about missing a person, place or thing. happy valentines day.