I am in here.
Having to wait in your car during rush hour while 3 separate police cars charge through the square with sirens going is no reason to try to make up time by ignoring red lights and trying to run bloggers down on crosswalks. But people do it. I mean, after all, what’s one blogger, more or … Continue reading Traffic
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does. Allen Ginsberg
Note to the Public Dear Sir or Madam, If you smoke a cigar in a bar you are automatically deemed a Complete Fucking Asshole. And if I see you in the parking lot I will run you over. Thank you, Management [from Pixel Sphinx]
I’m not just another bimbo. Christina Aguilera
white pebble 