FRAGILE GRIP Running energy, leathery ears Streaming behind her like a World War I Pilot's scarf. Craving experience, smells, food. Everyone loves the pug. We waited two years for one with the Same mother and Matt insisted that Her name HAD to be "Spike." My god what a face - what a searching,... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, November 9, 2003
FIREFLY A firefly smears dead at 60 mph on my windshield. It burns harsh, painful and iridescent in my eyes. It is dead and I killed it. Without question, I killed it. The chemicals in its body mixed by the Crushing impact of my van's windshield are glowing Yellow-green like those neon necklaces... Sign in to see full entry.