Tuesday, February 17, 2009

nothing like poetry

I've had this song stuck in my head for days and I don't know why.


Home Sweet Home
Motley Crue

Playing and replaying with the new poem. It feels incredibly sexy to be writing poetry again.

I think I may paint my orange apartment green. I painted it orange when I moved in last year because I needed the brightness and silliness of it. But now the brightness may be too much.

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