A microscopic home.

this is a literary blog. i'm literate so i must have something to say. hopefully.

Monday, January 30, 2006

i spent my summer in alaska shooting wolverine with my uncle

But I wait for a letter that is coming to me.
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope.
So there still is hope.
Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer,
in my pockets deep,
you will find the reasons that I can't sleep and you will still want me.
But will you still want me?

(bright eyes: a song to pass the time.)

i'm watching napoleon dynamite. i woke up at 10am to paint. i'm half asleep.

i saw fitzgerald today. my porch cat. i love that cat. it has to be a good omen.


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