I hate Sundays.


UntitledThe little girl with the sandwich bag drops cookie crumbs down the storm drain while singing, "Here's some for you Gramma, since you got washed away."Untitled


In the Shade The wet ridge flows and falls near the span. The wet makes the wood dark and weak. I cross the span on bare feet with my tough soles. The stiff skin bends on the rocks and grass as I walk next to the trees.In the Shade
The bark peels off in my hands and it sits in my palm. I watch the wood die in my hands. Then I crane my head back to search the branch sky. Fade the blue and add streaks of dull brown. Mix it with hints of spring green high in the sky. Buds of red and faint pink poke their keen heads past the branch out in to the air. They show how to be full of life and drink the sun. &nb

8D
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kill the messenger
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"Yes, lots of trees goddamnit!" - courtesy of my psychotic World Civ professor
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I have the dreamer's disease.
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"Yes, lots of trees goddamnit!" - courtesy of my psychotic World Civ professor
i think im turning into a romantic fan
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I have the dreamer's disease.
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"Yes, lots of trees goddamnit!" - courtesy of my psychotic World Civ professor
i highly recommend them
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I have the dreamer's disease.
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