it seems i have lots to do, and yet nothing interesting.


The Beach At Coronado at NightOrange line of the horizon in the impossible distance, reflected by the clouds. There are no stars. There is no moon. Lacking luminescence, the sea appears dull and flat: a carpet of water, gleefully frigid To the feet Beside you, I shiver in my flimsy striped sweater.The Beach At Coronado at Night
You are all confidence, striding along the water’s line,
Barefoot, your shoes dangling carelessly from one hand. I am cold. You rub my arms, and turn me in the direction of the pier,
Where the orange lights shine brightly.
You look towards the sea, towards great Freighters anchored in the distance
The Slate Lady

Untitled for you12.29.03 Girl I suppose the beginning of the end was Monday; and even so, I am only saying this because I can only remember Monday, and only snatches of the other days. I think today is Friday, but I’m only judging by the trash-pickup trucks that came rumbling and roaring down the street an hour ago.Untitled for you
At any rate, I can’t keep track of the days. After all, how are you supposed to when they keep changing? Just like people. You think you can trust someone and then BAM! And they go and do something cruel and stupid (well, not necessarily stupid) like leaving you in the hotel room with the bill on the counter, unpaid, or stand y
It was really nice to have met you at the sketch jam. Thanks for coming.
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Bippity boppity boo.
...can i ask who you are, and why you are enquiring?
Iam your friend.
Found you!
OMFG where have you BEEN?! HOW have you been? God, sorry it took me so long to reply. What have you been doing? oohhh now i have so many questions to ask...
Hope all is well in the States.
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Un seul mot de toi, et ma sécheresse devient humide.
J. Plante
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