December 2010
21 posts
no real franz.
give me books to read.
please?
i want someone extremely impulsive in my life. i want someone to call me at dawn, drag me outside, & tell me that we are going to drive until we end up somewhere we want to be.
dead poets.
i went to the woods because i wanted to live deliberately. i wanted to live deep & suck out all the marrow of life. to put to rout all that was not life & not when i had come to die discover that i had not lived.
don’t look, don’t look, the shadows breathe…
i want to paint trees all over the walls.
or maybe i just want to be outside.
