Street Camping |
Empty cans lay crushed at our feet. Underage contribution. It is Saturday evening. Regrets are for Sunday mornings. So& We drink for now. 1st floor porch. Parallel to the street. Victory blvd& .....
Posted by judy holiday on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:01:00 PST |
flushing. |
While he was sleeping I built forts in the bathroom with toilet tissue and q-tips and used toothpaste as cement. I was looking to house the voices of characters in my head that were so developed the...
Posted by judy holiday on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 03:55:00 PST |
heavy. |
i call 'em&strappy diddys& grandma calls 'em evening shoes& it's daytime& i ain't ever been appropriate& i walks wit force. worn down heels&within just a weeks time.hear the screws tap the floor when ...
Posted by judy holiday on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:28:00 PST |
Secrets In The Waiting Room... |
i'm in the lobby of my job....it is the waiting room...we are all waiting here...some for appointments...i'm waiting for 5pm...when my life begins...i smile throughout the day...holding the secret...t...
Posted by judy holiday on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:15:00 PST |
