-Not knowing what called me here, I have no answers for Matthew. He seems to know that and want to kill me regardless.

-I asked him how he'd come back to life what set him off the first time enough to punch the walls. Told him I remembered his temper which made it worse. Just now he's weeping across the floor.

-He looks quite faint as Brad. Split lip. Eye swollen. He's stronger than he looks, which is not at all.

-Had the sense to bring a book.

-Talked awhile to understand what hardships have come between us. His eyes are reddened and heavy around the rims. He looks exhausted. Painted my nails a pink while sipping orangeade. His hair got in his eyes, which he cursed heavily.

-Discussing common experiences is not what will mend our rift. Not ever choked before, I say now I don't care for it. Brought up with him those who find it arousing and isn't it an odd thing? He laughed at that quite a lot.

-Heats made the place unlivable and Matthew's boots have become unbearable. He's refused to remove them so turnabout being fair, I've thrown him from the tree. There's something to this exercise after all.

-I seem to smell the air from the bayou stirring and fresher than the late afternoon promised me. All around is green and noise. I smell sap and pollen both. Took to cleaning the house as it was filthy.

-Matthew found a joint beneath a stack of Playboys. Tempers calmed and the heat has its own heartbeat. Matthew asked "where the hell is that fag?" regarding Clyde and we laughed for some while. Tormenting him became the object of night and we've thrown balloons down but not hit him yet.

-Matthew's accent is terrible.

Comment