Ethan Hawke letter 23, 071224
Letter 071224 also
Dear Ethan Hawke
Also in Ohio inside of a dog with dollhouse rabies there is a gunshot sleeping to the sound of a gasoline rain as captured by an undreamed starvation of spiders. It’s not suicide. A rabbit irons a gravestone. In high school, I’d write the note I wanted to read. Now was now.
kingsoftrain 
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