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

<< Saturday, Mar. 07, 2009 - 3:02 pm >>
deep dark nothing

they're selling 'parsimons' at the fruit shop here. tasted just like persimmons. sweet and mildly puke-y.

i've drawn, read, walked and slept but not swum in this summer. apparently, the park is getting flooded by the leaves now. i've been getting a lot of migraine lately, maybe it's the change of seasons. but autumn makes me feel so goddamn wistful.