December 2008
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los angeles, aubade you fair well
Thick molten snake’s coiling and crossing himself compounded across the southerly valleys; unraveling, thinning, misted coastal and mountain ranges as Luna reaches silvered sliver higher — still. Mother spreads herself black. Filial veins of light driving her. Not a living camera can capture the images, in justice. Boy do they try.
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Intelligent Design
God, I love days of feline fancy. One day without work and school is cancelled on account of a greater plan. My time spent hopping along the border of writing my final and whimsy; swimming lapses from laptop to showers head, stopping the bath to perfume my feet, shaving other places twice is nice. Apple lotion and dressing upon the slow crackling hearth because we can’t afford to clean our ducts...
