Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

There is no stopping it. The light continues to bleed. It breaks open in an endless run, yoke to sun. There will only be more light. We are essentially alone. Reaching up up up

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§1086 · June 29, 2010 · Daily1, Narrative, Over in Oakland, San Francisco glory · (No comments) · Tags: , , ,


“What?!” I said, total disbelief splattered across my face. “How in the hell are you going to explain this–?” I glided my hand across and over the sloppyness below. God just looked at me, slightly embarrassed. “Well…?” I provoked. “Just try and tell me how the fuck you came up this.” I was trying to […]

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