green or tiffanie

i was int he quiet place. thinking long drawn out thoughts like breaths int he sand and carved out portraits of days spent thinking about the things i love and want and hope for and maybe, this is everything i always think always thought maybe soon it'll always be waving arms and arching eyebrows and you'll be laughing un-sinister and i'll be smiling back and i was thinking:

i want to die someplace green. someplace where there's a cool wind, clean with life-green gorwing plants, shribs, little hills and drinking grass with little pellets of rainwater hitting the tree branches and i can hear it. shade. that's what i want to see when i'm sneaking my last few blinks in before the great sigh. green or tiffanie.

2003-09-01 | 7:28 p.m.
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