Ramblings for 2009-07-15
- It’s like you took your firearm out, calmly aimed it at the Sun, and didn’t pull the trigger until everything went black. #
- “I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight on a bed of California stars…” #
- Prepare your heart, for when you finally rule this land, the tides will calm from fear that you will avenge the loss of one piece of sand. #
- Wrapped in blankets doused in kerosene, we flee the volcano. #
- Your resting wings will not tempt the hunter, but you pretend to love the hunt. #
