7.13.2006

She's not a girl who misses much.

Green lights and a first gear that doesn't work.
Talk of discontent.
Who are we to speak as if we know?

They still have one hour to drive and a border to cross.
Will the conversation be further pursued?






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To speak with people late at night is what makes living worthwhile.

4 Comments:

Blogger ~ jane said...

success.
I love you,

July 13, 2006 2:22 a.m.  
Blogger melanie said...

i couldnt agree more. will we ever walk on to look for america?....woops, that reminds me of a song. yes, i feel one coming...

"i said be careful his bowtie is really a camera. toss me a cigarette, i think there's one in my raincoat...we smoked the last one an hour ago. so i looked at the scenery, she read her magazine...and we rose over and open field."

i miss you loads and loads.

mel

July 13, 2006 7:56 a.m.  
Blogger the tapered pant said...

shititty brickety i keep meaning to call you. I'm really just waiting for that great moment where I know i'll be open...and i was working on something to mail you. Beeettter watch the skys for that sucker because I just can't be sure it'll ever arrive. I hope in Heaven there's a room you can check out filled with mail that never arrived to you.

July 15, 2006 10:41 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Excellent, love it! » »

February 20, 2007 3:20 p.m.  

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