2004-06-05 - 11:22 a.m.
a chaaaeeezy invitation to recycled days in my homestate, with moon invasions, mice and the danger of falling
o macaroni and cheese
shmalvador shmali
HOT SOCKS!!! HOT SOCKS!!!
he ate gardens and tears fell on the dusty smell of his waterbottles hilltop usefulness. a tangle was undone by maybe even cigarettes or the noise of drinks being made, with the rock in the foreground. easy to accomplish the goal of rocking. simple and moderate. requiring only extremity. I will offer and suffer this, the treatment of trust with enthusiasm and cooking. many dreams tend to run in membrane: the very dreamers' watermelon glow, pink eyeflaps, green eye shadow (perhaps not) but nevertheless a quite compelling image of the female. her happiness roughly but not quite equal in importance to survival of entire known universe, or wait perhaps more. having said this must add that nothing can be known. but still I have green hills and a very useful waterbottle, in fact our hydration would rival that of the gods. and I would love to make you feel less alone in graveyards.
