She is ironing red cloth. She is wearing a red dress. She lights a cigarettes after each panel and lets it burn through the time she takes on the next ( Read more... )

Remind me to start writing again on a daily basis. I'm actually embarassed.

( The rather extremely very poor beginnings of the story of Ian. In serious need of some editing, and some talent. Don't judge, yet. )

Contemplating a hair-cut on a Sunday night with nothing but the bane of rain to keep me company, it seems at times that this lack turns into a burn or a crack ( Read more... )

- Anna, Mo, Karen, Sarah ( Read more... )

- Anna, Mo, Sarah, Karen ( Read more... )

Saturday June 15th ( Read more... )

Saturday June 15th ( Read more... )

04:05:01 ( Read more... )

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01:17:01

Such a sullen faced dream boy
to wear such memories on his sleeve.
Like the time he told me he didn't care
whether our child lived or died.
O', I lie to forget,
he preferred if she'd die.

Such a sullen faced dream boy
to lay there with his arms spread wide.

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