Alex's Blog

And the shirt was destroyed. Bleached of discourse. I once thought twice when wearing this ruffled white infesto. Just a simple white dress shirt with ruffles. But a man died for this shirt and now it's gone. But where do these things go that are beyond memory or treasure. landfills filled with invaluable valuables. But what about the dreams on the ceiling and the early morning promises. And the shit is gone and I sob.