And on this winter solstice of a winter solstice of a year I remember fondly that for one ripened second it was you who did
GUARDED FAITH THAT THERE ARE EYES AND MINDS THAT DO NOT CRAVE INFORMATION IN FORTY WORDS OR LESS. THIS IS ME; FLOWER POTS DRIPPING DOWN WALLS, VINES CRAWLING ALONG CEILINGS AND VOICES REPEATING THE SAME CONVERSATIONS ON A LOOP. PERSONAL WEIGHT AND DESIRE IS THE INFINITE VARIABLE. Joshua Turek
