at night, she buries herself in graves of winter coats from decembers past; a tiny cadaver in a catacomb of fabric. she picked the sympathy of the belligerent, stationary springs in the rose colored couch over the aquarium waves encased in the water bed. she doesn't know how to swim ( Read more... )

diane : it'll be like the tv show we never had
diane : thank god i turn boozy one in seven months
shannon: don't have to be boozy one here ( Read more... )

Give me the title(s) of your favorite book(s). Literary recommendations are always welcomed to pass the time.