Mar 07, 2009 20:57
There was a man once said
When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect of it lingers.
I heard him today, outside. He didn't have a thing to say to the daisies, no matter how loud they spoke.
We would have had a fine time, but lunch got away--purpled up my face and didn't bleed when I bit him. I didn't like him. The world's topsy-turvy again; I wish it would tell me before it goes flipping about..
Mm. Angel's back, but he hasn't brought Daddy with him.
i borrowed this from robert frost,
flowers,
not a vampire,
angel,
cursed