![]() | ![]() Lori Lubeski 3. since I am largely gray skies formica floors come shining she insists upon rowing upon glowering upon groveling around the pond precisely the word for 'breath' on a different continent one we will not be taken to on this gloomy ferris wheel disaster of skies from the top which we can see an ocean full of simple minded patrons out for the day spending quarters on rides if you take me back from this abandon I will owe you and obey you until the last token is spent in the photo booth and we both come out from behind the curtain rivaled only by the immediacy of heat Next |