Saturday, July 25, 2009

Do not let this universe regret you.

"And although we've forgotten the language we spoke in those years -- it is as lost as the bell-bottom jeans, home-tie-dyed shirts, Nebru jackets and signs that said KILLING FOR PEACE IS LIKE FUCKING FOR CHASTITY -- sometimes a word or two comes back. Information, you know. Information. And sometimes, in my dreams and memories (the older I get the more they seem to be the same), I smell the place where I spoke that language with such easy authority: a whiff of earth, a scent of oranges, and the fading smell of flowers."


Becca said...

i want to say that i just got the internet back regularly and i read all your posts i haven't been able to read since JUNE (WTF) and i miss you and love you a lot. that's all.

Becca said...

p.s. no homo.

no winners here said...