Sunday, October 11, 2009

I'm brain. He sifted silt in a turtle's bowl. Kind and lap-red was the story of upbringing. Chime, crime, chime! hmm hmm tip tip tip tip!! Frustration by finger's twitch. The hair fall. It on the ground! Not time for trim. Only blanketed with ensconce! Pure jelly made the tub quiver with excitement. Oh how it longed for a person to be covered in it just for a moment of clarity.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Its been a month! Update! I shouldn't really talk!

Always reading: ). Angella