July 2009
If I had my way
We’d sleep every night
Wrapped around each other
Like...
flowers →
washington state →
what a wretched lot of old shriveled creatures we shall be by-and-by. never...
art is the lie that tells the truth. -picasso
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through...
let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...
learn it all. all of it. →