smelling of nothing but an Indian bistro, bright blue pool paint splashes my hands
ugly mugs, nerts, and a purple crayon make the afternoon. mall cop, honeybush vanilla, and prayer make the night
kicking a ball around with old and new friends reminds me of the inevitable pull of time
stars and a bottle of wine in the bed of truck ends with "i love you."
alone once again, and it feels so good. Es muy bueno ser solo.
revelations and hair cuts, i feel a change a coming.
working by day, running by night, life in fast forward with only 48 hours and counting.
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