Because I am never good at beginnings, I write words that never make it from my mind to my mouth. They slither to hide under my tongue, like medicine I pretend to swallow, as I speak words that are mine but never came from me.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
09 - Little White Man
I really want one. but my sister says it would die one me and I'm no use when taking care of something that can't talk back and to stick to taking care of the monsters.
But it's really cute!!! And I do like plants. Honest.
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