Monday, March 9, 2009


"She juggled hearts over her head, brand new hearts so blood red, her lover had performed his tricks with darts. But she topled him with her chest of spare hearts."

"Kawliga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. Kawliga just stood."

 I say life is too short to just stand
Don't be Kawliga.  :)

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