...with a penchant for day-dreaming.
art farts
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
i think
my father lived his life through books. i'm determined not to live that way.. i want to feel every tear drop and taste every spoonful and hear every note of my life.
but does that mean i should be reckless?
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