It's not here yet, but I feel it coming.
16 October 2011
08 October 2011
It Happened One Night
She'd have to be the sort of a girl who'd jump in
the surf with me and love it as much as I did. You know, nights when you
and the moon and the water all become one. When you feel you're a part of
something big and marvelous. That's the only place to live... where the
stars are so close over your head you feel like you could reach up and
stir them around. Hey, I've been thinking about it. If I could only find a
girl who was hungry for those things...
04 October 2011
homework haiku
America's past
is as dry as the powdered
wig on Washington
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