Friday, February 13, 2009

final flutters

i can't see through the glaring windshield scattered with squashed helpless bugs destroyed by my irrational high speed chase with no one.


Dustin said...

the evening sun sets on the elder retelling the story of the circumstantial moon caressing the smiles of the stars' heart-broken followers- in straight lines.

Chuck Gniech said...

What a wonderful concept!