it smells like spring. hours sleeping, hammock. wake with rope lines engraved in tongue-sticking strangeness without discomfort. not thinking of a few things, letting the fake trees and blue, blue sky wipe my mind clean with excitement.
nice night... nights like this make me want to drink blood.
(couldn't help the Hellsing reference.)
Posted by samantha at May 7, 2004 08:33 PM