Random Thoughts; End of August 2005 (this was a mad moment; I remember so)
Bleeding stones, my stones, I think I might love parts of Agatha, Heathers parts, up and down in a buzzing light bulb of bees and sparks, Meg is killing my love of her slowly but surely, huge as raindrops, water running, sliding down the side of a tree, trips, falls, explodes while imploding into... Sign in to see full entry.