I’m rarely certain of my place in the universe. Days, months, questions, thinks, lipsticks, fires, holes, crawlings, whispers, sex, clocks, cocks, and socks all pile up and up and up so high I am sure I cannot touch the top. I admit this lack of bravery bravely. But I am rarely sure whether I [...]
you get torn down and get erected
July 8th, 2008 · 1 Comment
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