Oh, you know on Bits from last night. Fragment of an Evening Walk. Oh, you know on Bits from last night. Fossilizing in the press of silt. There was a man glowing. Like a house upon the hill. We took pictures of him only. When he bled, clenched hands raised. Like a house upon the hill;. When he bled, clenched hands raised.

Resorting to gun salad on the Recto.

My sweetie pie and I adopted Holly who is much chunkier than we are. We visited her yesterday at the beach, sipping prune juice. And grubbing down on Philly rolls. Laced with the finest cream cheese an Alaskan co-opt has to offer. We blood oathed, Brahms.

You have died from the inside,. A terrible long song about the hunt. You tell us more,. The lightfooted gave their love. The lesser trees in the sunshine. Desiring to speak and bear leaf. Bent by the sun to the hue of a desert. All burned and uprooted, gone. The wild wood a memory for beards,.

Everything I Know Up Until Now. Everything I Know Up Until Now.