Gender*Fuck: Your Call

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Your Call

There are clouds to the right of me. Grey. A storm is surely coming. To the left of me, I see a pink sun peeking out of little windows cut into the clouds. I haven't been paying attention, is it dusk or dawn? You distract me from everything lately. The long grass along the shoulders is blowing every... Sign in to see full entry.

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