MAma tell me something nice... |
i use the excuse of "being an artist" far too much. |
February 2, 2010
A fresh batch out of the oven.
Momentum kicked in.
Into the storm.
Stuck inside a moon bounce.
Hanging paper lilies and a box full of reese’s.
Run ‘til we’re out of breath.
Mastered fighting goblins and monsters.
Writing recipes for the world.
Jam on ‘til the clock hits dawn.
As predictable as one moment from the next may be…
I can’t wait for it to happen.
You’re my best friend.
I tarzan.
