currents of unrest

we are coming up on Monday. which is March 8. which is the same day the pastor from the hospital in Lincoln city called and said River was drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. drowned. pulled into the sea and slammed and died. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. ded. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. dead. So we drove up to Lincoln City and we knew he was dead. WE Drove two hours and I knew he was dying. I drove fast so we might see him alive but he wasn't. He wasn't alive. He wasn't breathing. His dead body was cold and his heart wouldn't beat when I beat on his chest. WAKE UP!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was little and cold and dead on a big table for ADULTS to die when they are old and full of cancer. I laid my head on his little cold dead chest and begged his heart to beat. but nope.