you get torn down and get erected

July 8th, 2008 · 1 Comment

    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 [...]

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