wired/wireless

even when i sleep
it's just places spewing faces i've seen all too much
so i've been listening to the blues.

send a cage thru the post / make yr name like a ghost

a weekend in leopard print
in denial about winter.
tuesday blues come two days early
yr gorgeous but you bore me

brokenails

i constantly feel like i am just getting to know my hands;
so how could i ever know anything like the back of my hand?

george st

prepaid faces
i need double bow laces.