January 2010
2 posts
Diversion's Prosperity
Sleeping on the floor, I once drank to a hush hush earth. Unfiltered by blood bath society, professors resolved to test it, fearing that consent coupled with so much hesitation may prove unavailability. It’s not my house, but I wonder, “Who will be doing the dishes?” I don’t need to be here or there. Similar to the way we all find being a father carries great...
We Sat In The Cafe
We sat in the cafe drinking cream soda through variegated straws, welcoming in the affinity that will soon resonate, when we’re floating on water. It’s been calm here all day eying through the opaque brown, speculating reflections trapped inside bubbles too transparent for consciousness. Let’s please grasp the things too far out of sight, for I’m beginning to...