Thursday, December 3, 2009

December 3rd, 2009



Tuesday, December 1, 2009

December 1st, 2009


Monday, November 30, 2009

November 30th, 2009

Sunday, November 29, 2009

November 29th, 2009

"Where does that lady go?
You know, the one with the broken toes
I can't see her going far
Her poor bones, that awful scar
I heard they packed her brain too tight
And I heard if you tease, she'll bite
But I see her walk during the moon
And she'll do a spin and sing a tune
As she goes up on those broken toes
I wonder, where will that lady go?"

-by Salsapark, October 23rd, 2006


Oh Xanga.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

November 26th, 2009

There was a devil in my dream last night. We threw gold filings on his face to make him burn, but there was no effect. The devil was menacing, I wasn't sure about life anymore. He came up to me in a primal way. His hands held a railing to the right and left of me, myself in the middle. He was too close and I was in distress. He was just too close to me.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

November 25th, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

November 24th, 2009