September 2010
29 posts
But this will always be the favorite. →
“You are here. The map is nowhere about. So imagine there is nothing else. Nowhere else. And no one else that could compare.
Now you’re living.”
Sometimes, I forget. But the documents are saved.
I don’t know how to explain this: Tickled toes and ugly heels. Laying like the complex anatomy fits. Pounding on the addiction portion of the brain. Starting new meaning like the opening on a brand new book. Brittle binding breaks. To feed and meet the curiosity of words. Lips stretching to fuel the words. Ties, ligatures, and seeking structure. This book reads fancy tongue-tied. Read these...
It was the time of hot chocolate. It was the time of green walls. It was the winter of no bows on your gift. It was the time of worn out engines. It was the time of making up for time. It was the winter of cotton plaid comfort. It was the time of bent out of shape throwbacks, The keeling over kid gives it one more go. It was the time of I.P.A’s. It was the time of jazz shoes. It...
