April 2012
23 posts
What Are We Looking At?
What are we looking at? I see something that used to be. it used to be beautiful strokes of power and self proclamation. that was my/our dumpster. You dont see that but thats ok because you never felt how it felt. so now you are staring at me half a block down staring at what used to be, but it is still alive in me…and now we are late? For what?
