For over two hours I sat on the wall on the top floor of a five story parking garage, watching vehicles file in and occasionally file out. The runways revolved, from where I sat, in a two-lane spiral down to the bustling January afternoon sidewalks below, sucking up machinery and people and occasionally spitting them back out. It wasn’t quite four
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scroll down. if you know your ass from a hole in your backside, you'll know what travesty i'm talking about.
call me, make plans, destroy headboard.
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N. Garriscond.
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- M.E.R. / 3 March, 2003.
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