after days...maybe, i am beginning to be good to myself. no more cutting the heads off of hope! we need all we can get. beach days, laying and watching the birds fly out into the falling sun, shivering with frozen slurpees, planning...always planning the future move, new ways of laughing at despair. idleness, a kind of silver betrayal that will be fruitful in time. maps of ideas and thoughts and ways to itch and scratch away at something greater. america, morocco, sevilla...lands of the flamenco.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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