of tornados and time
cocked, loaded, and with no safety on.
Posted at 10am on 02/02/12 | no comments | Filed Under: cambiar, health, 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.)
