Just listened to Lost Highway. Always reminds me of my best friend. We had to get away from one another to save ourselves. We had a long wretched relationships, Sarcastic overtones+Power challenges=Great sex. He was more of a brother then a lover and i needed more. The emotional damage was already done so complete the project already! Marry me. I don't want to apply for the girlfriend position anymore. I more than filled it. I haven;t seen him 5+ yrs and sometimes I still want to hurt him, sometimes I want to dance with him, either way I miss him. I saved him from suicide once you know. Just dumb luck I ran into him after a Bauhaus show. We'd been apart for years. I was letting time heal all. Said I was his guardian angel that night.He had just measured out the phone line and found that he was too tall to be hung. So why did he clip my wings? Our last perfect day together was Manson on Easter Sunday 1999. I never knew how much i loved him until i wanted to destroy him. But Karma beat me to it. Karma's funny about that it alwayz comes to those who deserve it. Now I'm alone. Empty little life that i fill with eBay items that others have found no use for anymore. All memories have a price tag. Wonder whose I'm going to bid on next. Wonder if I should sell his Irish rosary... Or the ring he gave me that never gave me luck. An identical one sold for under $30 yesterday. Just so this experience wouldn't be a total loss. Don't know where he is but he's never far enuff. And he doesn't know how to get close to anyone, not even himself. Yet, I know we'll meet again. Good ol' fate & Murphy's Law. Wouldn't surprise me if he's sleeping on a couch in Trent's basement right now.