Tuesday, October 19, 2010
There is too much sand to stand up straight here, my dreams are filled with symbols of the repressive because I am living in sand, as soon as the concrete comes off the trucks we can puke in celebration...it will be 2011. I will start the family cycle with some reference of the heart sample. Are you afraid of next year? I am writing because the font is now large enough to see, this is just a test.