October 2009
2 posts
This was remembered today when making a budget in my iPhone, written about a month back.
So while I feel like shit, I am in secret a little glad that I can still feel like that, while I pour some port and turn up my Damien rice and glance, irtitated at the jasmine for smelling like delighted spring days and while the longing for the burnt paper numbness of a cigarette lines my throat; a little...
