Vermillion
Friday the 13th.
No wonder nothing went right today.
And because of that, my doped up weekend of being curled up somewhere in a corner, threadless, and a Kafka protege in my hands just blew out the window.
Hard-boiled indeed.
Of course, the doors opening meant the linking of two spaces previously denied accessible continuity by means of those very doors.
No wonder nothing went right today.
And because of that, my doped up weekend of being curled up somewhere in a corner, threadless, and a Kafka protege in my hands just blew out the window.
Hard-boiled indeed.
Of course, the doors opening meant the linking of two spaces previously denied accessible continuity by means of those very doors.
photo ©2009 joey espina
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