Tuesday, May 20, 2008
On the Run
Have been forced to move to the woods. They are after me. am working from the library now and again, but I have toasgio'safsh egw8o;4augolllkiiiiiiikgttttxsxazv fvvm jkl
Monday, April 14, 2008
The Way into the Mountains
Friday, April 11, 2008
Rose Mosaic
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
There was a Spring storm coming
out in the plains, where the new trees contoured the river miles away.
But here it would be snow, those Spring pellets that stung, and the last or Winter's rare lightning was heard; the the long roll of torn Heaven telling the size of those galleries. The the spent anatomy of the storm an even tatting of fleeting white, gone by Sunset.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Still waiting on Destiny
Spring is 19 days old and a birthday announces how much closer to my death day I am. The funny thing, even if you do it correctly you only get to celebrate your death day once.
We are inside an impenetrable bubble, until our fragility breaks and we give up our pink green shine and disappear in a few teardrops. In the brief exposure of lightning, you cannot read, only remember.
We are inside an impenetrable bubble, until our fragility breaks and we give up our pink green shine and disappear in a few teardrops. In the brief exposure of lightning, you cannot read, only remember.
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