scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

29.8.10

on the other hand

it's been simply ages. And how do i? but of course, i remember, i remember, i remember ... ow, my head. I'll wait, and stand here, and hold back, and let them go on, and stay in the dark and not think about anything. I step into a doorway and pretend to be a giraffe. Again. Does it matter? The delicacy lingers on my hands, i breathe it in.

Labels: emptor, separation