Dear person who calculates the trajectory of lawn sprinklers,
you're fuckin' it up for everything that wanted to stay dry.

I'm not writing poetry here, I'm just telling facts.

Honesty works the room like an elephant.

The only harm these fists have caused was in the failure to let things go.

I was asked to enter Captcha text to prove that I was human.
The two words were: miss you.

My heart is a stereograph. Your eyes will adjust.

You'll never get a second chance with this life. Every day is a first date; everybody's nervous that they're doing it wrong. Stop worrying. Stop trying to figure things out. Just let it unfold, you'll be fine. You look good in comfort zone. Now let go.

04/15/2012

Posted on 04/16/2012
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