Monsieur Coincidence ( Read more... )

Coming up one last time.

HUP.... hup hup hup....

Now she will SCUBA through the rest of the year.
22 pages, 6 minutes to go...

Had a real life movie weekend, lost a third of the triumverate, lost it all, regained time time time.

and by the way mr. coincidence... beat it.

love love love mon cher. tu me manque.

Trouble is what I would get, if I ( Read more... )

Sitting where my feet don't touch the ground ( Read more... )

So-uh....

nope... nothing.

she's flopping around like a trout, because no one has any idea, because she's always one way.

And the butcher boy is excruciatingly peeling away her reason.

This is a waste of an entry, so my preemptive sorries ( Read more... )

What a time to promise one's self that she'll walk and walk and walk everywhere. On the fringe of april's midriff, it seemed a lovely pact ( Read more... )

It all started out rather ambitiously ( Read more... )

Day for skirted, flipped-flopped me.
Running along side la rive,
all sun and glinting.

Early modernism as desolate chasm ( Read more... )