Friday, August 31, 2012

All I want is to fold into you like flour into cake batter.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Very Shaggy

That weird couple and their shaggy dog took a walk at midnight. Beneath the trees they walked and up on a hill and past sleeping windows and droopy street lamps. And out past the kittens and birdies and baby button mushrooms all asleep, they walked. They walked till their feet hurt, they walked till their sneakers were ripping at the seams, they walked till their shaggy dog panted. They walked and walked and walked, and then they stopped when they got to the little drug store on the hill.
It was a fabulous cup of coffee.
Except for the honey bee at the end.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

To be alive is to keep adding names to the list of people you'll never see again.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

When I realised that the smell he associated with me was that of the soap I used, I wasn't sure whether to be amused or offended. Eventually I figured that he was just being honest and reporting things exactly as he finds them. Sign me up for that, I'll take reality over fiction any day.