Thursday, May 29, 2008
There is a dead bird in the sink upstairs. I don't know how it got there or how it so perfectly ended up in that sink. I've sat on those steps and had the best conversations of my life and I've laid on the floor and wished the world away. And now there is a dead bird up there fucking with my feng shui and I really care less.
Photo - N
Words - S
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