vendredi 12 janvier 2007

and the morning has yet to come, but i am warm. don't worry.

i have several obsession. two of them being Damien Rice and Brautigan's poetry. observe:





fuck me like fried potatoes

Fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.

-Brautigan



mmm yes that's pretty.
my life is falling out but it's okay i think because the other side of it is tucked right in tucked right safe into the little ruffle of my sleeve.