Monday, January 19, 2009



ces mains ont trois ans,
quatre peut-être.


my end of week was about infuriated anti-fur patrons & missing teeth whateverers & the wise suggestion that you make up your own nick of the name and then, of course it came. cloudheaded i drink up your spirits, ghosts and faithful asunder wanderers. l'histoire des grands bonjours et the long goodbyes, je la raconte en quelques nuits. see, i know my way to midnight. i know the way. i've always known the way.

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