hot ice. |
i can lay back and take in her scent. she is wonderful to me. the smoke she blows is thick and gray. she is wonderful. i can listen to any song, and her face pops into my mind. she is wonderful...
Posted by jude on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:33:00 PST |
1979-writers craft assignment. |
I met him on the stairs at "The End of The World" party. He was tall, and slim, his hair was darker than one would prefer. It was a cold night out, I had just come back from the mail room at the campu...
Posted by jude on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 08:52:00 PST |
