fickle trumpet

Someday i'm gonna be just like him. Terry had short red hair, an impish snub nose and glistening chestnut eyes. He wrote for a magazine called "God", which specialized in nude pictures of attractive children. Terry was a charming and intellectual man who knew how to cook, sew and clean. Instead of a penis he had a beautiful tortoise shell ballpoint pen, oh how it wrote! One of his freckles was actually a pupil and often in the middle of storms he would see his High School Janitor. He spoke perfect English and knew every word of the "Sweet Valley High" series. He didn't mean to have red hair,but it was there.

aloha,forever.

Poor,beige me. The pattern I always crave is to crave a pattern. I will never be that person, although there is still time?? Sometimes it's not so simple. I walk through the tunnel and there he is, that crazy black man with the potion. He doesnt care that my entire neck and chest are covered in oozing rashes. He knows what the government has been up to. There are cracks in everything spilling in light of course BUT darkness is more thread like, unwinding,uncoiling,unresponsive. I thought I was unclear but the true true true ultimate beauty is that I float above the clear, I help myself to the feast of layers.