shi sha

the pictures reminded me

our feet hit the pavement to a soundtrack of screeching tires. the wind blew them into eachother. or so i thought, until she pointed out that it was infact our karma come back to haunt us again. "it's so toxic," she said "that all we have to do is step into the street and there you have it. three car pile up." it was true. i knew it then. seperately our karma was bad. combined we were a natural disaster. i couldn't keep my eyes off the boy in the orange shorts. a color i'd found difficult to identify all day. he was the unfortunate catalyst. the composer of our smashing symphony.

-shi~sha carwreck 03/03/07

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castle across the street

or so i imagine it.

awful excuse for artwork

on a foot across the room

not imagined.

-make believe castles and bad tatoos 03/03/0