Monday, October 31, 2005

Perfect Blond

No matter the wading through leaves to reach the end it's the time and the time and the time and the slowing of the lungs and how cold the air is. Its the fresh breath, fresh air and whatever I could give. A ring which you'd had never seen or even could have imagined I hope and I'm close to the ground please o god please aid the execution.

Greek Yogurt


I went to the market and got that sprouted bread I like. They keep it in the freezer for some reason. Must be to stay healthy. I noticed a sale on Greek yogurt. The tub is $1.50, but there were none left. I think girls with pointed-toed boots bought them all. Couldn't really find the squash I like, and I'm not sure if corn is still in season. Tonight I am interested in making a nice soup. I think fall is finally here. I thought about stabbing myself in the stomach again.