liquid sunshine and the foolish moon

breath in the fire.

pour in the sunshine.

and let the moon make fools.

oh how i adored my intoxicated state. falling asleep at 4 in the morning with my beautiful Russian lover who hates me only to wake up next to her around eight to begin drinking Holden's favorite drink and falling madly in love with her all over again. sigh. to tired to write.

el districto de los perros

there might be some misspelling.

te envié este mensaje porque sé que consegistes mi mensaje de mi corazon solo y lo ignorantes. te envié un mensaje ayer, "que sucedido" yo mi dije, pero tu estabas muy acupada mensajería todos otro incluso para decir hola. oh cómo mi corazón sangra. ¿usted no ama's la vida poética?

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life is a lot like "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams, if you spend to much time dwelling on the meaning, you miss the entire metaphor. You cant dwell upon it or else all you get is frustrated. Sometimes we just have to stop for a moment, and not overlook the red wheel barrel. Just stop and be in the moment.