firecracker paper. |
Ive been waiting for you,youre just my style.
I hadnt expected. I mean, I had. but it was never something I could hold between my fingers. it didnt come this easily to me. it was not a sense of...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 17:36:00 GMT |
with only one sock. |
there's something to be said about sitting in the dark.from here, with the lights off, beyond my half naked toes, I can see straight into the neighbors kitchen. everyone on the street seems to be leav...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
the heart is a.. |
"why? why was it that in cases of real love the one who is left does not more often follow the beloved by suicide? only because the living must bury the dead? because of the measured rites that must b...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 14:49:00 GMT |
ow. |
the red lights mean you're leaving. the white ones mean returning.to tell me how this story ends.and I'll keep them fires burning.I'd like to know just how many times he thought it was okay to tug on...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 11:10:00 GMT |
