it's been a month... |
The Recluse CursiveI wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'Sh...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 14:37:00 GMT |
not so lame... |
PeopleThey don't mean a thing to youThey move right through youJust like your breathBut sometimesI still think of youAnd I just wanted toJust wanted you to knowMy old friend...I swear I never meant fo...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jul 2005 15:43:00 GMT |
blogs are ... |
LAME
Posted by on Mon, 25 Oct 2004 00:23:00 GMT |
