||[Dec. 9th, 2006|03:39 pm]
you are my bread|
and the hairline noise
of my bones.
you are almost
lets hear it for di prima, kids.
i dreamed a painting this morning. i was supposed to be in the shower, instead i dreamed a painting and so my hair is dirty
i need a tripod.
...maybe i should start updating again now that no one really reads this...