(no subject)
twenty five mile bikeride in the rain in jeans through Lincoln past Walden for brain tumor research. so satiating.
the green was practically falling off nature and spilling into the streets it was so bright and everything was so fresh and damp.
the tiny hands of my eyes trying to carry the world could hardly manage the over-flowing verdancy. the only sound for long stretches was the gurgling zee of thin wheels speeding through the pure, ascetic puddles.
the green was practically falling off nature and spilling into the streets it was so bright and everything was so fresh and damp.
the tiny hands of my eyes trying to carry the world could hardly manage the over-flowing verdancy. the only sound for long stretches was the gurgling zee of thin wheels speeding through the pure, ascetic puddles.