hair of flowers,
by yawn of birds

C'mon

08/06/2009

C'mon, the sky might fall.

24-hour-parties, Mitch, and getting a job in a little shoe factory...an excellent August? And until school starts I am sleeping in a cozy little treehouse in my friend's yard. Life is not quite gr8, but maybe it's gr3.

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I miss Cole.

My head is all upside down and inside out. One day I am over here, and the next day I am waaaay over there. Where is my balance, man?

C'mon, the sky might fall, but I'm not worried at all.

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Oooh, I never had a treehouse...

Happy on Job!

Sorry for the missing.

You know, that problem with your head, that's kinda cool in a sort of painful way... do your drawings look like Monet or Van Gogh?

Oh... and the sky... Yeah... It gonna fall. It fell on Jupiter last month, it's only a matter of time before it hits us...

I'm not worried either.

[The Venerable Pooh|0 likes] [|reply]

He's pretty.

A treehouse sounds magical. You should write books.

And if the sky falls, you can collect the pieces.

[Kelly|0 likes] [|reply]

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