on_an_overgrown_path cr0wl i led you through a history of painted memories left to the weather we were reduced to faded images and lost dialouge but the trees could still tell our stories 090824 ... unhinged we climbed the wall over the fence to the old victorianesque garden in the backyard of the once had been hotel to smoke between classes 090825 ... gja We sat at the crest of our venture. To here all had been rising. We presumed that beyond was below. We slapped backs for the grind that was gone. We stared down the travails to come. 090826 ... birdmad the arrow-like grass seeds pierced my socks and the tumbleweeds bit my ankles, but the breeze was cool and the view of thunderheads forming toward the sunset horizon was worth it 090826 what's it to you? who go blather from