like a wild rice
a grain gone mad
he was left when all his brethen were all right
in the mist
a golden beam shone
she was alone in darkness, surrounded
to fall right out of a circle is to fall out of being a square
a word is a heavy blanket and learning to burn that blanket is comfort destruction
while you were out picking tangerines
i was making my burning man suit
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
like a wild rice
a grain gone mad
he was left when all his brethen were all right
in the mist
a golden beam shone
she was alone in darkness, surrounded
to fall right out of a circle is to fall out of being a square
a word is a heavy blanket and learning to burn that blanket is comfort destruction
while you were out picking tangerines
i was making my burning man suit