In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have steamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand. ~gertrude stein
Who I'd like to meet:
a farm boy, poor and perfect with eyes like the sea after a storm. that, or the dread pirate roberts living like a king in patagonia.
What's going on????? Happy b-day bro! hope all is well, miss our chats! We should get together next time you're up this way... Remember, always try to find the 'rugged luxury' in life! haha
Metropolitan...
a farm boy, poor and perfect with eyes like the sea after a storm. that, or the dread pirate roberts living like a king in patagonia.
