Sunday, October 3, 2010


Don't be precious. (Precious means expensive, yes?)
Show don't tell. (But I see so may things I want to tell you about.)
Relax in passion, breathe. (Are we doing yoga, now?)

I need to clarify a thousandfold, I need to overanalyze in peace, require space for beauty. How many secrets make a pair? Beads on a string.

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