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.

2 comments:

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!