| dewy decimal |
2003-07-13 - 3:33 p.m.
After a weekend of booze, of vomitting, of too many cigarettes, of coke on keys, of house parties and clubs, of minor regrets, an amazing breeze still manages to pass through my little blue room. It carries with it an extraordinary amount of heart. Acknowledges, with its wistful, invisible sheets, lingering traces of dignity.