I really like this http://handheldeditions.blogspot.com/


I ing the expired espresso shots and melted ice in my cup I do feel like an addict about to scrape the resin from the cashed bowl in my bong.
To all those I've loved and lost and never loved at all-
Jack Kerouac wrote about his travels across America.
Jewel has a line: wandering wandering I could spend my life traveling the length of your body each night.
My story is something like that.

Here are the parts of the book I didn't know I was writing:
I don't even know where my latin is-
the one with the serious venire with the googly eyes from Fresco banging for serious on the drum feeling the lifting resignations resoundiing twi light embers- I almost wrote about him.
And children still stand wide eyed so we can have this poetic moment to talk about inoscence.
But I don't have time to be tragic...
I will laugh at the distractions until I remember to cry again.
I can't open my eyes more than this
Oh dashaburry! I didn't see you there...

Silliman why is my cursor moving like that?