Followed by holiday blues
Posted on April 10th, 2007 by monsoux
It smells like steak. Mushrooms, what an interesting smell, dump, like a tomb, but appetizing. I am an exquisite cook by accident. Some well chosen ingredients, some over the phone advice. Delicious. The radio yells some all time hits. I insert “him” into me. Not really carrying about the fact, maybe it feels to me it’s some duty, but also who cares. It is not a person, although I’d rather it were. Most of my plans are not, although I would rather they were.
This picture reminds me of the song “The blue wrath”. It’s so blue, it hurts, it hurts so good though. And the glow, thats the little extra.
what a lovely photo!
can one be sorry for someone else’s sorrow?
halcy, I will try to look it up
runbaby, thanks and yes, they can, but they really shouldn’t