Counting credits / Will I graduate
Screw it all / Rock n roll
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
at the beach after everyone else had passed out
The sea and the sky
Swapped forces.
The sun sank; gripping horizon,
Exposing the beached-minnow stars
Upon a drained, dark shore.
I decided to bury myself.
It was very difficult.
It took two birthdays.
The lost uncle scratched into my headstone, totipotence.
Swapped forces.
The sun sank; gripping horizon,
Exposing the beached-minnow stars
Upon a drained, dark shore.
I decided to bury myself.
It was very difficult.
It took two birthdays.
The lost uncle scratched into my headstone, totipotence.
Needlework
Substitute thread with love; weave it into complex designs meant to shelter and comfort, to be given as gift and thrown aside in the dark. We are the flesh and blood looms crafting the quilts, capes, and tourniquets of tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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