curious about many things
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
in my box i get lost
but who cares
city view
dolores park
it grows wild
recurring grace
with a simple touch
what rhymes with crocodile?
and
why am i wearing an eyepatch?
he separates his good mushrooms from the bad
and smiles
as he walks up the hill
el sol esta caliente
a philosopher
so shy
the perfect eye contact
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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