Bob Johnson I got my calomine lotion. 010827
Rachel A foggy glass
I press my hand against the pane.
It leaves small lines
And little beads
That run and trickle down.

The rain pours down
Outside of the window-glass.
The dim light mist
Swirls in pools
And ripples as the people pass.
radfem bitchlord ...girls go through very concrete and often painful rituals to make these things happen. 061108
nom was that yesterday? or the day before?
it was raining there was this fog in the orchard
Caroline 452 lack of sleep causing my mind to be foggier than San Francisco in the summertime 100927
what's it to you?
who go