May 04, 2004 15:08
bever-love-ly and i hung out. buried a bird. smoked in its honor. smoked in its honor some more...
dane d. stopped by for... all day. he held a rose and stared out the window. we threw yellow rose petals in the pool.
yellow is my favorite rose.
i smoked a cigarette.
we used to lace our hands.
now the only comfort between my fingers is laced with... probably cancer.