May 10, 2008 13:13
the year is gone.
my room is empty.
mama is on the east coast.
i keep moving because i am stationary.
everyone has a lot of boxes.
i just want to burn stuff.
she always was thinking, "what else could i put in this drink?"
he was always thinking "how could i sever ties?"
they sat for hours smoking and thinking about these questions, their heads together.
their minds stimulated the growth of many trees. a forest.