dusty_car_window bijou it was gorgeous cold for your nose and your lungs, your leaves. smiling passenger, i ran my fingers along the skyline and traced the shape of my city. waited in line in the dark under the twelfth street bridge. 041004 ... cr0wl when the light shines in just at the right time i can see the finger drawings you did last fall. 090719 what's it to you? who go blather from