You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
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December 18th, 2005 at 2:30 pm
It’s all snow here, after an initial burst of rain, ice, and snow all at once.
I’m slowly adding photos to this Flickr set.
(I have some people who can’t use Flickr, so I’ll get the pics into my old Gallery spot later today.)