things happen,
like you break the power switch on your camara, and its too old to fix.
or your best girl honey, out of the blue, gets a car and a GPS, and is driving herself.
but good things happen too. frieworks party 2moro, with my daughter breanna in attendance.
my songs are coming along, and i think i have a hook into a new poem, for the slam on Monday.
no pictures, means writing more.
which is probably a good idea, since i'm a writer.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Four Poets of the Apocalypse
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