all the time.
one another.
whipped cream.
purple dinosaurs fed to toddlers.
and
there is panic in the air.
as the girls all flee to the hills and leave the boys to defend their man-hood against ona another.
and all of the dead people are in the hills laughing and waiting for us all to figure it out and stop fleeing and fighting and scaring one another.
there is hope in holding hands.
butterfly kisses didn't die with your grandmother and the dandilions will grow until the end of time.
beautiful weeds.
Posted by jackie colburn at December 30, 2005 03:25 AM