it’s early…early on the 18th, a tender hour…I should really keep calling it the 17th, that’s where most of my night happened.
Maybe it was just another night. No better or worse than any before. Extrodinary only in its mundanity. But what the hell does that mean?
What do you see as amazing? What do you find incredible? What strikes . . . → Read More: 7.18.07
what’d you say?