MonthDecember 2010


when questioned about
having spoken,
say nothing.
object through silence,
the question is leading.

There ought to be a mirror for every mask in the world.

I could care less. And I will.

I said I was keeping it real, but I didn’t say where.

My will power has a will of its own.

hat lady

The wind caught the tip of her hat. The hat danced on her head for a mere second before flying off with the wind. The distance grew further and further between the hat and her outstretched arms. The look on her face was as if a part of her had died.

We are still not sure which part.

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