She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
It feels like the snow and ice and sleet and rain have always been here now. I look outside and see whiteness and grayness and the colors blur into one muddy dirty snowy filthy haze of 20% warm grey, like a $4 Prismacolor held under my nose until my mind shorted out for a second.
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