long live AMQ

cried in the bathroom of my office when i found out yesterday morning. never has the death of a celebrity ever affected me this way before.

i still feel gutted. no more wild dramatic mcqueen shows to look forward to each season, no mid-day daydreaming of all the pieces i wanted to stockpile in the future whenever my income caught up to him. thoughts of the mcqueen jacket i passed up at wasteland only months before. i ordered a purse in memoriam before everything evaporates into memory and legacy but it just isn’t enough. too soon, too soon. the loss of possibility is always the worst loss of all. there’s nothing left to say.

nothing left to say.

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