it is vacation. breathe?

i watch black crows and smoke a cigarette.

p.o.s has never sounded so powerful, nor have the Beatles.

i have mixed feelings- dedicated to the  face i call home?

face time.

i found this book at salvation army yesterday. i've been reading the same poem for hours.

i feel like sleeping by my eyelids are stuck open- sort of like a broken childhood doll, you know, the one's that's eyes close when you lay it down, open when they're upright.

i thought you were supposed to grow out of the doll eye effect years ago?

rolling eyes.

i want a kitten, named oedipus.