As we slide across Thursday’s chilly exterior Our temples burrow under Peacoat bundles. Bohemian sunsets told in true colors Fold … More
“Please forgive my foolishness.
I’m getting over a bad breakup with my masculine side.”
I keep losing great people like the things in my pockets,
And I don’t know how to miss them till I feel the hollow space.
We know it, we don’t want to take our time with things.
Slow walkers are a baseball team, the NYC Pariahs
Take them to ball four every and you just sat through an inning on slow-mo.
You are not your body. You are you, an essence that merely inhabits your flesh and blood form. Just as you can inhabit your body, you can dwell in the Nimbus Trees. It’s our gift as the Phrumer Lasandra, we are the storms personified.”
“We made like angels in the knee-deep fields,
Looking up in the stark blue sky with a mountainous halo of red petals encircling,”