I hope this is a goodbye

[LostSoul1609]

I hope you find your peace

 

[apathetic.]

Ever since I came here I've seen you often. Didn't know that you would go away one day.

 

[Flippy]

Shit! I'm in shock, I wasn't paying much attention to the forums, just replying to the threads as I got alerts through. I don't know what to say

I thought it had been a while since he had posted. I hope you are ok, whatever has happened. Going to to miss that rye sense of humour. I've really enjoyed reading your posts and your smart insightful views. It may be irrational, but I really hope that this turns out to be a bad dream :-(

 

[Alec]

I hope you are at peace and you found what you were looking for

 

[chocolatebar]

So sorry to see you go...
While our ideas don't align much, you seem like a truly sincere person and for that, you will always have my respect.

 

[motel rooms]

You have been through some of the worst suffering a child can endure for many years, at the hands of those who were supposed to love and protect you. As someone who has been similarly abused by my family, I could not help but have a soft spot for you. My heart hurts for you. I wish I could give you a hug. You deserved far better than this.

You told me: "Children like us know what no one knows - there are no words for the infinity of ghosts."

Nothing happened. Or maybe everything did. I assume I had some sort of a breakdown, not only because I usually never cry; there were so many tears that I could hardly see and I wasn't able to control how much noise I was making. I ended up calling the only person I care about, a 27-year-old alcoholic hustler and a fellow emotional cripple. I don't really remember how long I waited for him to come or how coherent I was when I opened my mouth; I basically vomited my life story at his feet. Now he is the only person irl who knows who I am. A boy whose father used to rape him until he bled and then made him taste his own blood. A man who gets positive attention because he has the face and body of the deranged sadist who brought him into this world and who dreads looking in the mirror.

He finally told me his entire story. No father, junkie mother, never any food in the house, life on the streets, abusive johns... We spent two days crying and holding each other. This is more than sex, this is real. Someone who knows who I really am looked into my eyes and didn't reject me. Someone I'm attracted to can handle me dropping the façade and being vulnerable without losing respect for me.

I'm not a fool, I know there can be no happily ever after for us. Our demons aren't going anywhere. We will inevitably hurt each other, but I will never forget what he gave me as he sobbed with me and give up on him. I love him, I'm choosing to fight for a lost cause. Maybe if I lose him, I'll finally muster up the courage to die.

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I apologize for starting this thread, everyone. I'm embarrassed as fuck. Thank you for all of your support and kindness, and I really mean that.

 

[Lmd]

Why embarrassed if you feel better now. Welcome back, the weekend was boring without you.

 

[Makko]

Someone I'm attracted to can handle me dropping the façade and being vulnerable without losing respect for me.

So something like this actually exists? And you used to say magic isn't real.

 

[Pure]

I was actually just thinking about you today.

I'm glad you have found someone to live for even if you think it may not work out.

I wish you a better life going forward than whatever brought you here in the first place.

 

[TriggerHappy]

I'm not a fool, I know there can be no happily ever after for us. Our demons aren't going
anywhere. We will inevitably hurt each other.... ....

Hiya, glad to see u doing ok.
finding a true emotional connection i reckon doesn't come easy :: we are often victim to our difficult personalities :: everybody deserves to love & be loved, there's almost always inevitable damage, but that doesn't have to be the case.
vunerability & honesty are the tricky things to navigate ::
(damaged & used / dazed & confused)
you are an awesome person, you deserve awesomeness, if u find it, fight for it..
we are so much more than our self destruction, Dorothy.
XM / Trigger

 

[ClairyFairy]

Good luck on your journey. You deserve to find real love. I hope the sex is amazing too bruh. It's a happy goodbye xx

 

[Midgardsorm]

I can't even express with words how happy I am to see your new post.

Seriously dude, welcome back.

I don't know if you will stay here or not, but I wish you nothing but the best of the best.
Because that's what you are. The best.

I don't know what happened with you, what you had to go through back then, what you have to go through today, I do know something, to me, you are the Man.

Go forth, now with your newfound strength, partner and please do not be embarrassed by the thread. We are all here for you.

 

[A_miStake_of_NATURE]

I'm really glad to hear you're feeling better!!! I was so saddened to learn you were saying goodbye….. It's such good news that you decided to stay and fight!! It's amazing!! I wish you all the best from the bottom of my heart!!!! You deserve only wonderful things to happen to you!!!!

 

[LostSoul1609]

Nothing happened. Or maybe everything did. I assume I had some sort of a breakdown, not only because I usually never cry; there were so many tears that I could hardly see and I wasn't able to control how much noise I was making. I ended up calling the only person I care about, a 27-year-old alcoholic hustler and a fellow emotional cripple. I don't really remember how long I waited for him to come or how coherent I was when I opened my mouth; I basically vomited my life story at his feet. Now he is the only person irl who knows who I am. A boy whose father used to rape him until he bled and then made him taste his own blood. A man who gets positive attention because he has the face and body of the deranged sadist who brought him into this world and who dreads looking in the mirror.

He finally told me his entire story. No father, junkie mother, never any food in the house, life on the streets, abusive johns... We spent two days crying and holding each other. This is more than sex, this is real. Someone who knows who I really am looked into my eyes and didn't reject me. Someone I'm attracted to can handle me dropping the façade and being vulnerable without losing respect for me.

I'm not a fool, I know there can be no happily ever after for us. Our demons aren't going anywhere. We will inevitably hurt each other, but I will never forget what he gave me as he sobbed with me and give up on him. I love him, I'm choosing to fight for a lost cause. Maybe if I lose him, I'll finally muster up the courage to die.

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I apologize for starting this thread, everyone. I'm embarrassed as fuck. Thank you for all of your support and kindness, and I really mean that.

I'm just glad you're still with us, I wish you the best

 

[TriggerHappy]

"You deserve only wonderful things to happen to you!!!!"

☆ Pervert.

<< - just joking yeah! am sure @hotelbeneathground /etc would appreciate >>

 

[motel rooms]

So something like this actually exists? And you used to say magic isn't real.

It's easy to deconstruct our "magic". His self-esteem is so low that he correctly perceives me as stronger even at my weakest. I'm attracted to weak guys (as long as they look masculine & they aren't irritatingly dumb) because I get to be their savior & feel all noble & feed my fragile ego. The problem is that I'm not gonna be able to save him from himself. He is all heart & it's a miracle he's still alive. I can't help but love him because he is even more doomed than me.

 

[chocolatebar]

Nothing happened. Or maybe everything did. I assume I had some sort of a breakdown, not only because I usually never cry; there were so many tears that I could hardly see and I wasn't able to control how much noise I was making. I ended up calling the only person I care about, a 27-year-old alcoholic hustler and a fellow emotional cripple. I don't really remember how long I waited for him to come or how coherent I was when I opened my mouth; I basically vomited my life story at his feet. Now he is the only person irl who knows who I am. A boy whose father used to rape him until he bled and then made him taste his own blood. A man who gets positive attention because he has the face and body of the deranged sadist who brought him into this world and who dreads looking in the mirror.

He finally told me his entire story. No father, junkie mother, never any food in the house, life on the streets, abusive johns... We spent two days crying and holding each other. This is more than sex, this is real. Someone who knows who I really am looked into my eyes and didn't reject me. Someone I'm attracted to can handle me dropping the façade and being vulnerable without losing respect for me.

I'm not a fool, I know there can be no happily ever after for us. Our demons aren't going anywhere. We will inevitably hurt each other, but I will never forget what he gave me as he sobbed with me and give up on him. I love him, I'm choosing to fight for a lost cause. Maybe if I lose him, I'll finally muster up the courage to die.

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I apologize for starting this thread, everyone. I'm embarrassed as fuck. Thank you for all of your support and kindness, and I really mean that.

This is so nice to hear! Wish you the best!

 

[Flippy]

It's easy to deconstruct our "magic". His self-esteem is so low that he correctly perceives me as stronger even at my weakest. I'm attracted to weak guys (as long as they look masculine & they aren't irritatingly dumb) because I get to be their savior & feel all noble & feed my fragile ego. The problem is that I'm not gonna be able to save him from himself. He is all heart & it's a miracle he's still alive. I can't help but love him because he is even more doomed than me.

So glad you are, for want of a better word, "ok"!

I hope things work out with this guy you've mentioned and for the longest time possible. Sometimes seemingly flawed combinations can be greater than the sum of their parts. You understand eachother and care for eachother by the sounds of it, and that can carry a relationship a long way I think.

I wish you both the best of luck! And of course welcome back! :-)

I had intended to post this earlier but I had to get on torturing myself trying to repair my dad's car. Fuck VW and fuck my useless limbs!

 

[not-2-b-the-answer]

So happy you are still with us. I'm happy you have someone to talk to & share your life with.
Who knows how long it will last. Hopefully you guys will be good for each other.

 

[miserableforever]

Nothing happened. Or maybe everything did. I assume I had some sort of a breakdown, not only because I usually never cry; there were so many tears that I could hardly see and I wasn't able to control how much noise I was making. I ended up calling the only person I care about, a 27-year-old alcoholic hustler and a fellow emotional cripple. I don't really remember how long I waited for him to come or how coherent I was when I opened my mouth; I basically vomited my life story at his feet. Now he is the only person irl who knows who I am. A boy whose father used to rape him until he bled and then made him taste his own blood. A man who gets positive attention because he has the face and body of the deranged sadist who brought him into this world and who dreads looking in the mirror.

He finally told me his entire story. No father, junkie mother, never any food in the house, life on the streets, abusive johns... We spent two days crying and holding each other. This is more than sex, this is real. Someone who knows who I really am looked into my eyes and didn't reject me. Someone I'm attracted to can handle me dropping the façade and being vulnerable without losing respect for me.

I'm not a fool, I know there can be no happily ever after for us. Our demons aren't going anywhere. We will inevitably hurt each other, but I will never forget what he gave me as he sobbed with me and give up on him. I love him, I'm choosing to fight for a lost cause. Maybe if I lose him, I'll finally muster up the courage to die.

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I apologize for starting this thread, everyone. I'm embarrassed as fuck. Thank you for all of your support and kindness, and I really mean that.

I hope you're getting a break from yourself for a while. It's nice to let go when you have a counterpart

 

[motel rooms]

I hope things work out with this guy you've mentioned and for the longest time possible. Sometimes seemingly flawed combinations can be greater than the sum of their parts. You understand eachother and care for each other by the sounds of it, and that can carry a relationship a long way I think.

The moth don't care when he sees the flame
He might get burned, but he's in the game
And once he's in, he can't go back
He'll beat his wings till he burns them black
No, the moth don't care when he sees the flame

The moth don't care if the flame is real
'Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and fear and desperation
No, the moth don't care if the flame is real

So come on, let's go, ready or not
'Cause there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
And with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
Away

 

[Flippy]

The moth don't care when he sees the flame
He might get burned, but he's in the game
And once he's in, he can't go back
He'll beat his wings till he burns them black
No, the moth don't care when he sees the flame

The moth don't care if the flame is real
'Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and fear and desperation
No, the moth don't care if the flame is real

So come on, let's go, ready or not
'Cause there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
And with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
Away

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Some very true words there! :-) I've been that moth a couple of times at least myself. The heart is always going to win in the end. There's been a few times where I've wondered if I was making the right decision allowing myself to be "drawn to that flame". In the end it didn't matter if they were covered in poison or would shock me with a million volts if I went near them. They would be worth it :-)

I always liked that quote by Charles Bukowski. I have only read Ham on Rye. Boy was that an unusual read. The two most memorable things for me are where he describes running down a hall to escape people he (Chinaski I think was his name) owed money to and he belts a guy with a typewriter. He says he didn't even know if he killed him. Totally nuts! And the other one, where he describes the nurse who helps him after his "acne treatment" as the "first truly kind person he'd met in 7 years", I think it was.

I totally get the sentiment of the quote I think! I suppose in a way, it's a smarter, wittier way of saying "find someone or something you'd be prepared to die for". I think life is definitely enriched by feeling that way about someone or something at least once!

 

[littlelungs]

Shit, @hotelbeneathground I can't believe I'm just seeing this thread now. I actually looked up your username because I hadn't seen you around here in the past few days and was concerned.

I will never claim to know exactly how you feel, but I know how it feels to carry the burden of trauma and how much it can fuck you up, and I can relate to a lot of things you shared around here. From the bottom of my heart, I'm so sorry that it's all been like this for you... I think @-Persephone- said it all – and beautifully, at that.

@hotelbeneathground you are one of my favourite people here. Articulate, intelligent and witty. You once told me on one of my threads that you felt ashamed for coping using humour, but I always admired and slightly envied your quick-witted quips on here.

Although we never spoke directly, I will miss you. Your presence here was enormous and I will miss seeing your name and reading your banter and your insightful posts.

You have been through some of the worst suffering a child can endure for many years, at the hands of those who were supposed to love and protect you. As someone who has been similarly abused by my family, I could not help but have a soft spot for you. My heart hurts for you. I wish I could give you a hug. You deserved far better than this.

I want you to know that if you choose to stay and ever need to talk, you can reach out anytime. Although I know I cannot alleviate the awful pain you contend with, I am happy to listen, to carry some of that pain with you.

There is no shame in changing your mind and postponing your plans. As I always say, death is not going anywhere. That is not intended to discourage you but rather assure you that whatever you decide is okay and that you are always welcome here.

If you proceed with your plans, I hope you find peace, with no more nightmares at night.

You told me: "Children like us know what no one knows - there are no words for the infinity of ghosts."

You deserve to rest, to be at peace. I hope you can never be haunted by the ghosts of your past again.

I'm so sorry that you're on SS in the first place, but I'm so glad to see that you're back, and that you've found love. It can be inexplicably difficult to allow yourself to be vulnerable with someone else, especially with everything you've gone through, but I'm so happy for you that you've found someone you can truly be yourself with. A lot of the time you can't save people; you can only be there for them.

I wish I had something more intelligent and less cringey to say than everything I've said here, but I just want to say that I'm rooting for you, for whatever it's worth.

 

[Fakereality]

Now that's what I call a true "The return of the king" glad to see you back hotelbeneaththeground your suffering is deep indeed faar deeper than the abyss itself, but you found someone who understand you found someone you can understand and you truly deserve it after all that pain after all that suffering after all that tears you shed how could you not as much of a pro choice person as I am I still felt sad that day I read your goodbye post deep within myself I still thought that if anyone deserves a different kinda ending it's him,
May goddess aphrodite bless your new found love story.

 

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[...]
I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
[...]
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we ourselves had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.

And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So wistfully at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.

For oak and elm have pleasant leaves
That in the spring-time shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its adder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit!
[...]
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is delicate and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
[...]
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the shameful day.
[...]
In Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the dripping wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.

Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.

The Governor was strong upon
The Regulations Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A scientific fact:
And twice a day the Chaplain called
And left a little tract.

And twice a day he smoked his pipe,
And drank his quart of beer:
His soul was resolute, and held
No hiding-place for fear;
He often said that he was glad
The hangman's hands were near.

But why he said so strange a thing
No Warder dared to ask:
For he to whom a watcher's doom
Is given as his task,
Must set a lock upon his lips,
And make his face a mask.

Or else he might be moved, and try
To comfort or console:
And what should Human Pity do
Pent up in Murderers' Hole?
What word of grace in such a place
Could help a brother's soul?
[...]
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The watcher watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand?

But there is no sleep when men must weep
Who never yet have wept:
So we—the fool, the fraud, the knave—
That endless vigil kept,
And through each brain on hands of pain
Another's terror crept.

Alas! it is a fearful thing
To feel another's guilt!
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its poisoned hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.

The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
[...]
The morning wind began to moan,
But still the night went on:
Through its giant loom the web of gloom
Crept till each thread was spun:
And, as we prayed, we grew afraid
Of the Justice of the Sun.
[...]
At six o'clock we cleaned our cells,
At seven all was still,
But the sough and swing of a mighty wing
The prison seemed to fill,
For the Lord of Death with icy breath
Had entered in to kill.

He did not pass in purple pomp,
Nor ride a moon-white steed.
Three yards of cord and a sliding board
Are all the gallows' need:
So with rope of shame the Herald came
To do the secret deed.

We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
[...]
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From a leper in his lair.

And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.

And all the woe that moved him so
That he gave that bitter cry,
And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats,
None knew so well as I:
For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die.
[...]
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with downcast head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived
Whilst they had killed the dead.

For he who sins a second time
Wakes a dead soul to pain,
And draws it from its spotted shroud,
And makes it bleed again,
And makes it bleed great gouts of blood
And makes it bleed in vain!
[...]
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at
By the quicklime on their boots.

For where a grave had opened wide,
There was no grave at all:
Only a stretch of mud and sand
By the hideous prison-wall,
And a little heap of burning lime,
That the man should have his pall.
[...]
He is at peace—this wretched man—
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
[...]
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his dishonored grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.

Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourner will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
[...]
In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.

And there, till Christ call forth the dead,
In silence let him lie:
No need to waste the foolish tear,
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.

And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

 

[LastLoveLetter]

Nothing happened. Or maybe everything did. I assume I had some sort of a breakdown, not only because I usually never cry; there were so many tears that I could hardly see and I wasn't able to control how much noise I was making. I ended up calling the only person I care about, a 27-year-old alcoholic hustler and a fellow emotional cripple. I don't really remember how long I waited for him to come or how coherent I was when I opened my mouth; I basically vomited my life story at his feet. Now he is the only person irl who knows who I am. A boy whose father used to rape him until he bled and then made him taste his own blood. A man who gets positive attention because he has the face and body of the deranged sadist who brought him into this world and who dreads looking in the mirror.

He finally told me his entire story. No father, junkie mother, never any food in the house, life on the streets, abusive johns... We spent two days crying and holding each other. This is more than sex, this is real. Someone who knows who I really am looked into my eyes and didn't reject me. Someone I'm attracted to can handle me dropping the façade and being vulnerable without losing respect for me.

I'm not a fool, I know there can be no happily ever after for us. Our demons aren't going anywhere. We will inevitably hurt each other, but I will never forget what he gave me as he sobbed with me and give up on him. I love him, I'm choosing to fight for a lost cause. Maybe if I lose him, I'll finally muster up the courage to die.

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I apologize for starting this thread, everyone. I'm embarrassed as fuck. Thank you for all of your support and kindness, and I really mean that.

You have nothing to apologise for at all. You did nothing wrong by writing this thread. I am just relieved that you are safe. Of course, had you passed away, I would be simultaneously sad yet thankful that you found peace. I would support you either way, and I still do.

After the heinous abuse you endured for many years, it makes sense that you broke down. You have been carrying such deep trauma for so long. I remember you writing that you contain your trauma in a tightly sealed box, until the hour it inevitably opens and your body convulses in agony. Yet you very rarely cried.

Repressed feelings have a way of climbing out of the pit we buried them in, no matter how deep. Like a pot of boiling water that eventually spills over, burning us inside and out.

Even if your relationship with the man you confided in cannot last, even you if you both ultimately succumb to your demons, I am glad you found someone you love who loves you in return. Someone you can share your most soul-destroying experiences with and who feels safe to reveal his own pain with you. Someone that cries not only for you, but with you. Someone you can hold who will hold you back. Someone you cannot bear to give up on for as long as you are here.

I am grateful that you have him and that he has you, that you have each other for however long that may be.

Whatever happens from here and whatever you do next, I will support you

 

[motel rooms]

Whatever happens from here and whatever you do next, I will support you

Oh dear, I've been blubbering like a baby again. Things feel simultaneously too real & completely unreal. I feel extremely grateful & unworthy of what's happening. I know you'll deny it & I hate using Christian language, but you really are an angel in human form & the fact that people like you suffer so much makes me want to blow up this despicable world.

I want to say so much more & reply to a bunch of other comments, & I'm gonna do it, but I have deadlines to meet & some other obligations & my eyes are burning like I've been pepper-sprayed

 

[motel rooms]

I will never claim to know exactly how you feel, but I know how it feels to carry the burden of trauma and how much it can fuck you up, and I can relate to a lot of things you shared around here. From the bottom of my heart, I'm so sorry that it's all been like this for you...

Thank you so much. You are one of those rare, special people who take the time to reach out to others even though their own suffering is much greater.

A lot of the time you can't save people; you can only be there for them.

You're right. I've accepted that. I'm not gonna pressure him into anything, I know he's doing his best. Maybe I can help him build some self-esteem by accepting him. He's convinced he's dumb, which is ridiculous.

 

[motel rooms]

You have excellent taste in music. I hope you find the rest you seek

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure

For when she
Thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more

Going to see the River Man
Going to tell Him all I can
About the ban on feeling free
If He tells me all He knows
About the way His river flows
I don't suppose it's meant for me...

 

[Flippy]

Damn dude! You got discerning taste in music! You've got to like a bit of Tom Waits too surely? At this point I guess you might say "well duh! Of course I do" but I wouldn't be surprised :-)

EDIT: Ok, this might challenge your pallet, so to speak. This one just pretty much always makes me laugh, it's good for those moments where you've in a good mood and in my experience it can't help but put a smile on your face. Well that's what it does for me at least. The vocal performance is pretty awesome, but it's a bit of an "acquired taste" :-) See what you think...