un par de ojitos negros, cielito lindo, de contrabando.

[glossypaper]

The day broke. We were laughing and sometimes gawking. Maybe at each other and maybe at ourselves. This morning, I wanted to drink white wine and eat sausages drowned in maple syrup from french toast so that they would slide down my intestines while I talked about how people never listened or listened too much and how guilty I was of both. I

Comments

[onchino]

sheesh,
i missed your posts.

[glossypaper]

;)