not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Friday, March 25, 2011


if people weren't busy pushing me to the mud
then i was busy giving them a reason to.


  1. lovely the light. such a light touch on the shoulder.

    if they have reason to push us to the mud there is justice in the world. and we want there to be justice. so we better not behave too well.

  2. i was thinking of ollie's the tired monk's uniform and the beatings he's endured for being different. i realized that if i haven't been put out just for being me, i've kinda asked for it.

    um, what's this thing you speak of, behaving?


  3. i touch your shoulder, as you touched mine...remembering so much, and that I want to give you a bear hug and a kiss instead of a timid touch. xo


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