steaming a little laughing a little irish prose and romantics poetry a little; responses to good tunes lace and shadow spaces; loves to scribble on butter paper; magic tool: good black ink pens
Saturday, March 12, 2005
fortunately the sun took a little longer to rise and cast its poisonous rays upon the land _ thus i could go swimming at the pool _ twenty laps_ without getting funny tan lines _ the sky was grey and hardly blue _ and the pool was peppered with children like ants in a cup of honey water _ i feel nicely stretched _ the lights are orange _ the curtains drawn _ and chet baker he croons to me from the pretty silver stereo _ oh trumpeter the sounds of last night the cd is so 60s vibe it's truly a miumiu type of song very biba-esque very you and me eh eh eh _ i'm going to have a mango now _
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