The eve of Jesus' Birthday, I sink deep into the CFL-light and the waves of a fire engine siren and the ocean making slow, agonizing love. I reflect upon my journey in the mirror of ants on a tissue and scorn the conscious struggle of my naivete and my wisdom.
All my relations, I am honored in still being here.
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hey there..I noticed you don't blog much..que pasa con eso?
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to!
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