Wednesday, December 22, 2010

December 22nd, 2010

You close your eyes. Thinking it will disappear. But it doesn't. It won't. You won't either.

Friday, December 17, 2010

December 17th, 2010

Clementines are a bright ray of winter sunshine. They are a melted patch of snow in your front yard. They are a good pair of wool socks. They are a warm bed. They are a heated garage.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

December 16th, 2010

Happy fucking Thursday. This is a sentence. So is this. And this. And this.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

December 15th, 2010

Goals are important, I guess. So are ideas and dreams and run on sentences and oxygen. This is the first. Two. One.