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
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
they burn my night across the field
i can't breathe. literally. horrid horrid. stole my night wind. blast music to distract myself. fume. fume - ironic!
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