Letter to the Musician who Made Me Call Him “Daddy”

Write one song for me.

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I Had a Dream You Got Me Pregnant

Even Hedone says this can’t continue, and Dionysus has cut me off.

Holy

Like the track marks on our embroiled, addict hearts…

Slutgirl

Don’t step foot where the Bad Men go. Don’t go there, don’t go there.

2002

So much blood on a white lace dress.