Its so hard to let go of film. Something you can hold, touch,smell. Something to stimulate your senses. This is a practice in control. This is a story. Every day encounters and text. I'll keep wishin.

Friday, August 21, 2009


I always answer my own questions.
"Why is it that I do not understand why children are sad?"
I contemplate.
Just because I don't understand them doesn't mean they have no comprehension.
pookie.

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