practically_identical_to_ours blueberries you write like an author. when i read your words, i want to read your book. where can i buy it? all of you i want in my hands, before the fire, on the leather couch, relaxing, pen in hand, writing down passages, underlining sentences, copying down dreams. dog with face in paws. cat curled up in a ball. then stretching and yawning. 011229 ... Mahayana: Zakah wishings upon a wishing swaying waying willow trees dreams... what if *i* had talents of authorian compositional flowing ways/ what if some woman/ could see me through the flickery flames of a dark/ dank/ hallway/ within castle-like catacombs such as this/before- through- ontop of -&- in the fires i desire to be like this with you/but where is she/ the one who sees this within the eyes time of me? 011229 ... blueberries we stand out on the porch, curious that we cannot see our breath. car tires on snow and the door opens. you run up to me from far away, your striped scarf falling to the ground. later, after breakfast, we look outside and there's patches sleeping, curled up, right on top of it. 021208 ... Laura I wish I could write something that made people think. 030326 what's it to you? who go blather from