no.
just heard that bill brent killed himself. fuck. i loved him. when he moved back here from hawaii we were supposed to get together. i had sent him my tiny books and so on. i never managed to actually go have coffee with him and had no idea he was depressed or suicidal or anyting. wtf. i cant even believe it. fuck. so sad. why why why why why. i just got the black sheets 2.0 email too and was thinking of writing him. guilt. pointless guilt. mostly just sadness and confusion.
i rmeember messing around with him at 14th street parties and how creative he was in that context. and how a zillion years ago he read my manifesto out loud to his boyfriend in the bath and they laughed so hard they cried.
my heart goes out to anyone who was actually close to him . what a wonderful creative funny smart person he was. anarchisty and spontaneous and hilarious. i can't bend my mind around it. i wasn't close to him but he was a person after my own heart. i will miss him.
i rmeember messing around with him at 14th street parties and how creative he was in that context. and how a zillion years ago he read my manifesto out loud to his boyfriend in the bath and they laughed so hard they cried.
my heart goes out to anyone who was actually close to him . what a wonderful creative funny smart person he was. anarchisty and spontaneous and hilarious. i can't bend my mind around it. i wasn't close to him but he was a person after my own heart. i will miss him.