words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Friday, May 16, 2008
The Mark of a Good Friend
Me: Boyfriend has a new female study partner. I hope she is ugly. CL Friend: I'm sure she is ugly. And boring too.