whitechocolatewalrus the tide the waves the water washing up memories as seashells hiding them in the sand i am walking i am sinking in the beach i've found a million treasures a million memories upon the shore 041208
Tropylium must ... resist ... tongue ... twister 060314
anno_salutis her eyes were baleful and flat
like a foghorn
and her voice was alternately
jagged and consistent
in siren pulls.

the overall effect
was one step backwards
two step forwards
an ineffectual push off
swept under
a deep bodied pull.
what's it to you?
who go