september 27 on overnights in nj
i am
a twenty three
year old grown ass adult
woman, yet i still bring my laun
dry home.
september 26 yeeeeeesh.
i know
we haven't boned
in like, three years about,
but that face you make brings it all
right back.
september 25 on college health centers
it is
so easy to
get drugs, even in spite
of my classic drug seeking be
havior.
september 24 weird.
"oh, him?
that's prof. berry.
he's the editor for
library journal and collects
clovers."
september 23
knowing
the middle aged
women also hate this
class is so validating. vin
dicate!
september 22
hey! where
did my best friend
go? give her god damn back,
providence, or we got some god
damn beef.
september 21 on seven dollars an ounce
head hurt.
hungover, again.
there is but one cure, in
all of new york city: it's rice
pudding.
september 20
blank dogs!
the exact let
down i knew it would be.
the intelligence rages on
and on.
september 19
hungover.
empire state
building at three am
a bad idea of empire
volume.
september 18
i watched
your baseball game.
that does not mean in a
million years that i understood,
liked it.
september 17
this was
over a week
ago. i have no clue
what i did this day. apolo
gies, friends.
september 16
thank god
that tv is
back for the season. give
me house, or give me...svu,
i guess.
september 15
November 13, 1980 – September 15, 2008
Willy Graves moved on from this world early Monday morning. He died at his home in Seattle, WA, where he has lived for nearly a year since moving from San Diego, CA. He spent the majority of his life there, before moving to the Pacific Northwest to be closer to his friends.
Willy is survived by his mother Delin of Eureka, CA and father Leon of San Diego, CA. He is also survived by his brother Cody, his sister Cheyenne and his young niece, Chloe. There is a large and widespread community of Willy's friends all over the country and the world who will continue to honor the memory of his twenty-seven years with us forever.
Willy's greatest joy and passion in life was music. He was a very talented musician and writer, and will be greatly missed by those who spent time with him over the years writing music together, playing shows and touring the world. He loved to travel with his various bands, most notably The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower. He was particularly fond of Berlin and London.
Willy will be remembered for his sense of humor, his generosity and his ability to build great communities around him. People gravitated toward him. We will miss his presence very much, but he is at peace now. We bless his passage and hope his journey is bright and beautiful.
