Pat Ancri is dead and I am taking back life and dance.

For two years the sun and the moon passed over his remains. The desert flowers blossomed and died, then once again they grew around his body and then died around it yet again. The sun and the moon passed countless but countable times over his withering skin. Where were his eyes when he died?

One of my soul mates died. It was a perfectly poetic death for an Overton.

Love

Wayne

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TALKING IN CLASS!