Stockpiles are Myths

the fallacy of storing peace

blue skies

no in between

a love letter

keep a sharp eye

shall we go to the forest?

textbook poetry

june, for real, come on

i really dig the Talking Heads
David Byrne(if that is how is spelt) dances like the world is about to end and he
Just doesnt care

three things all the wise fear

freakish creatures are naturally unembarrassed of moss.