primitivism
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I'm on break
The moon is a hole in my blanket,
and I’m curled there
hiding from History
which is a pure light
that blinds,
and makes me
want to stamp and scream
and never wash my hair again.
and I’m curled there
hiding from History
which is a pure light
that blinds,
and makes me
want to stamp and scream
and never wash my hair again.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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