Wednesday, April 17, 2013

April 17

poem was here

3 comments:

  1. oh how you were looked after, flailing souls, your craziness kept in check by some knowledge,
    some guidance. I carried a crucifix,received upon confirmation, which had my name on the back.my magic talisman for the road. some dust bowl in Arizona, New Mexico? having no idea where in the hell I was. you crazy girls, Neal Cassidy had nothing over you. I believe that somehow we are closer to the unseen at times like that, left to innate skills that have been honed over time. walking between some realities and discovering the self.

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