love is like the sand on the beach
after the wind has blown
the grains around a bit.
it becomes impossible to tell
one particle from another
when, truth to tell, it all feels like shit.
words by cocaine jesus
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Monday, September 04, 2006
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2 comments:
Amen.
EOTR>>>x
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