 limit to your escapes. Wednesday, March 21, 2007 there seemed to be some sort of inherent wanderlust that she, at times, was possessed by. there was no real plan or even goal in mind, for the most part. just get over, get out, go. but never with the mindset she'd stay gone. a whistle, a yell, a pat on the ass and back to the safe confines that served as home. but this just wouldn't do, others might be involved, belching unleaded rust buckets, crack boys who would trade her for xanax or old ladies in need of kin. so the rake went up. rake. Diana (Mark L clone) New Kodak Porta 160 NC. Comment (9) | Permalink |
