dreamt last night richard brautigan took me on a ride up and down the coast on his harley davidson, chasing the monarchs. today we spent all lunch break talking about the loons, like the muted swans, pick their mate, and stay together forever. life partners. emma told me about the hoodlums that shot and killed a swan at some park in holyoke and its partner died of heartbreak. all i can think of is where the red fern grows.
I'm very scared of my ferragamos falling apart, i don't care.
i don't
this girl has work to do!
