Thursday, October 18, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
last sunday
From the window of a train tearing through inky Nowheresville, WA;
At twilight, past the marina I swear to god I saw an infant-sized rowboat, bobbing down the river.
It was empty but for a little blue oar
At twilight, past the marina I swear to god I saw an infant-sized rowboat, bobbing down the river.
It was empty but for a little blue oar
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
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