i hope that you know there are many different ways to walk &
the distance between two places never seems so far as when you don't know where you're going
sadly, i spend so much time transporting myself from here to there that the drone of traffic becomes the place in which i gather all my thoughts, but never have an opportunity to write them down. more than once i've been caught at an intersection musing on my latest performance project instead of heeding the green light.
20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.
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- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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