possible_futures seventeen your smeared left handed writing on the back of a receipt for vanilla scented candles and paper towels. Your lips thinning to lines as you smile into my skin. hardwood floors and bare feet pressing desperately against eachother. Stars tangled up by the lines of constellations, grass growing up through our bed. "someday I will make you fall in love with me" (you don't have to make me) 040610 ... jane getting back on my feet staying down 090209 ... In_Bloom I get tangled up for a spell and then fall through Mostly beautiful times and so few regrets 090209 ... z the garden of forking paths - george luis borges 090506 what's it to you? who go blather from