December 2009
11 posts
Protégée
The woman guru watchers have an unexplainable chance of vulnerability. I haven’t in years been so appalled with this sight. Their faces covered in grease and cheeks cherry red from the blush and the liquor. Fabricated in an anti-modernist ideal, they adhere to two decades worth of standstill. When I leave downtown after work, I see taxi’s as the rats of the city, and I wonder if the...
“Fame is solitude.”
Dear Daniel,
Thanks for reblogging my cover...
