...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
gonna hafta haul ass now. van dyke day was largely a dud.
phoeey.
fun though. and the new kitchen makes a fab lab.
yeah. now. poem a day.
it can be done, i imagine.
plus a bUNchaothershitohboy.
