keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Thursday, Apr. 05, 2007 - 12:05 am >>
the art of falling asleep

when you lack the talent, all you can do is sit there and lament. a twelve year old's head on a one hundred year old shoulder. a glitch in time, the hiss of the enemy's piss.

that object of my 1.5 semester old affection totally made me laugh today. in fact i'm still laughing about it as we type.