1/22/15

I like it when plants look like they are drinking sunlight, or turning their faces upwards to bask. Or when buds look full with anticipation, waiting for just enough to sun explode.

Call me mama and I'm yours.

And isn't everyone and everything codependent?

The 2nd to last night before Glasslands closed I went to see Cymbals Eat Guitars. I love the way he sings, reminds me of Bruce and being 16. I wanted to ask them what they were going to do with the light fixtures after it closed. I wanted to deliver one to your doorstep in an unmarked box.

A little piece of nothing.

To remember me by!

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