December 2010
32 posts
“As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could...”
Starting off my Christmas eve with Mars Volta.
“Open your eyes, and the drops come, and a snail raced down to your neck, and looked up, but you were smiling somehow.”
Last year's Christmas...
showing off our strangely cut belly buttons.
"a crazy little thing called love."
A toast, to the overreaching hormone that leaves us aching for all its juice. It’s funny how this little emotion can do so much to our bodies and minds. First, it’s there. Endlessly, pumping into our pulmonary cavity, replaying in our heads and releasing butterflies into our abdominal. It’s a grand old time and you feel like you finally have something to live for. You imagine...
