driving home watching the wouldbe beginnings of a summer storm if it were summer. lightning slowly unrolling somewhere in the distance; wind tossing around anything it could find.
Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down.
and anyway.. i have to get up early tomorrow to stalk the philosophy department office with laura to find my professor, so of course i'm going to go goof off more now.
Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down.
and anyway.. i have to get up early tomorrow to stalk the philosophy department office with laura to find my professor, so of course i'm going to go goof off more now.