JIN
shed the cocoon with fingers of thunder
Posted at 11am on 08/26/10 | no comments | Filed Under: Love, cambiar, hope, taekwondo, the human condition(ing) read on
to lucha, with love
i’m a fly in the blouse of god. i’m a flake of fishscale in the house of nod. i’m a deep sleeping sprout that she snuck in the soil just before the weedkiller saturated the sod.
(Also see here.)
