Ten-tant-ive speculation: the real face

[also in this form: fictionpostingon22719]

I was seriously trying to figure out, what it was that he wanted

He wouldn’t leave me alone, and he wouldn’t stop pretending that he was my Dad.

My dad was so different from him,

So much more fashionable; nowadays men are only becoming aware of that level of fashion in existence; but for my dad that was just well uh that … banal like a drum that you don’t bang too hard,

It was like my dad and I were a romantic couple; except my dad wasn’t interested in sexual activity of any kind at all; and never could be, I always figured that’s why he almost died

and also because of course, he was my died and I was a part of his skin

cited: soul pieces (the first one)

accompanying music [again] citation: the hollies, long cool woman in a black…