they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, June 14, 2009


we're swimming in cardboard. boxes in all shapes and sizes. filled with styrofoam and shredded paper and bubble wrap. a playground for the cat that slowly makes its way to the garage - that's stuffed full of bikes and that dresser and two identical shelves that we need to sell. soon. because the rest of these boxes need to go somewhere.


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