eyedream small red-capped boys are so kind and hold the door, paradise lost 030507
niska yes lost.

they are eager too.
lovely, small red-capped boys...
eyedream growing up to become deadfromtheneckup dwellers in bad music and bad sex and bad sports and never do they remember their red caps, never do they remember to hold the door, but bend over laughing at roaring at the fat lady across the road who returns their mockery with a glance of distaste 030508
eyedream but I am naught but a pessimist today

brightly-eyed tomorrow, I will be.
nomatter eager, yes. But for what? 030924
what's it to you?
who go