3.12.07

December 1, 2007

Writing small, scritch-scratch and undone lines. There is nothing but what you hold in your hand
and contain in your sight. I want to know that love is more than something to take home on Saturday night.
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2 comments:

Allyson said...

So do I sister. So do I.

December 3, 2007 at 4:50 PM
Anonymous said...

I hate feeling like a piece of carne y chile.

January 10, 2008 at 3:07 PM

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