Friday, July 21, 2006


If our garden is a million miles long, why not run? Why not run just as hard and fast as you can, Jimmy! Run! Just go! Go! Go on! Git!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

A te regarder dans le blanc des yeux
je tombe de sourire et aime la nuit
celle du neurone qui fretille, au fond
bien au fond, dans les entrailles de l'horizon.
Keep making the magical frame of
here and there, deep, so deep
in the little corner of da brain.
Lots of love °.)

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