My very own neon flashing pink cat |
The city lights can't be seen out here in the wilderness, no spark of hope not even the thinnest beam of sun shine to shine the way back.
The ground I stand upon was built with my bar hands brick by b...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 20:58:00 GMT |
DIdly doo, in a rainy saturday |
The eye is looking back at me. As I try to look away, she enters the room; crimson velvet fields are now filling my mind with acers and acers of soft flowers entangling one another. She sits next to m...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 07:48:00 GMT |
