I interrogated random freckles, but they, too, did not know to which corners of

I have done this thing in bathroom stalls with 2-ply toilet paper and the calm of faucets left running.

she still speaks in tongues but these days her mouth grasps clumsily,

quite simply, a sonnet.

I can cope, but if I don't my world'll crack wide open revealing my ignorance, my inability to see things as they are not as they might be and all the foolishness

Arabella was walking down the hall and saw this drop-dead,gorgeous guy walking toward her. I know this has a lot of spelling and grammar errors, I hope that you enjoy. Written by me and 2 friends.

Washington D.C. - May- Fri. 5/26- Buffalo, N.Y.

Not you, my love! They keep you alien - the botox now, before: the make-up team