as if inside our skulls, instead of the brain, we felt a fish, floating, attracted by the Moon.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
[snow] showers that fall on my troubles are over you, my baby
It's snowing! for real this time. it's snowing on my laptop a little because I have the car window open. I'm guarding the car from tickets in the ISB parking lot.
It's a bomb, yo
so run, yo
put away your stupid gun, yo
[I'm watching you, my baby]
vintage photos of the beach
the color red
lights out of focus
the way cats lift their asses in the air
I love gore,
but I never want to see someone die.