All That I Can See I Steal. I Fill Up My Garage
Last night, I dreamt of buying shirts with blue collars. I had over a dozen, all different lengths and widths. Some had racing stripes, some were black, some were plaid, but they all had blue collars.
At the end of the rack of shirts there was bookshelf. I picked out a large book with the word "FICTION" engraved on the spine in golden letters.
When I opened it, I found myself reading the bible.
The lakes are warm and when we jump in them they hug us with the idea that summer is here.
The drive home from the beach in the dark night air, damp from the water and still warm despite the wind through my open windows, is a feeling I was looking forward to all winter.
Hail Summer
Hail Satan
Hail Molly
Hail Something
At the end of the rack of shirts there was bookshelf. I picked out a large book with the word "FICTION" engraved on the spine in golden letters.
When I opened it, I found myself reading the bible.
The lakes are warm and when we jump in them they hug us with the idea that summer is here.
The drive home from the beach in the dark night air, damp from the water and still warm despite the wind through my open windows, is a feeling I was looking forward to all winter.
Hail Summer
Hail Satan
Hail Molly
Hail Something