THE CATS ARE GHOSTS IN NASTY LITTLE COSTUMES. WHERE OUR SECRETS LIE THERE ARE MORE HOLES, AND THEN MORE IN THOSE.
THE SUN'S LICKING FLARES OR THE WET NAPPED HAIRS AROUND ANY MORTAL HOLE. ONE IS FOR THE FINGER AND THE OTHER FOR THE BLIND.
HOW LUCKY CAN WE BE?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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