dear big ole jet airliner diary,
don't carry me to my home, cuz it's there that i belong. good time oldies. imagine there is no Heaven. there is no hell below us- imagine all the people living for today- isn't that what they're doing anyway? i don't have to imagine shit john lennon. i am living it. i wonder what made someone want him dead. really. him- more than someone else. i cant figure out why people think they have the right to claim another life as their own. they didn't create that life- why should they get to take it? as a mother- i always threatened to kill my kids and a couple of times i think i had them convinced. i like to think i had them convinced anyway. like all the sex line phone calls to the 900 numbers- TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS- when william was thirteen- he should still be dead. but i couldn't do it. i just couldn't do it. plus i didn't know if it was him or the city employee- and still don't. i really don't want to know. if you were to ask me- but nobody ever does. AND THAT'S FINE.
don't carry me to my home, cuz it's there that i belong. good time oldies. imagine there is no Heaven. there is no hell below us- imagine all the people living for today- isn't that what they're doing anyway? i don't have to imagine shit john lennon. i am living it. i wonder what made someone want him dead. really. him- more than someone else. i cant figure out why people think they have the right to claim another life as their own. they didn't create that life- why should they get to take it? as a mother- i always threatened to kill my kids and a couple of times i think i had them convinced. i like to think i had them convinced anyway. like all the sex line phone calls to the 900 numbers- TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS- when william was thirteen- he should still be dead. but i couldn't do it. i just couldn't do it. plus i didn't know if it was him or the city employee- and still don't. i really don't want to know. if you were to ask me- but nobody ever does. AND THAT'S FINE.
