Thursday, April 23, 2009

April 23th, summer's death.

Walking up Tunnel Mountain, I had snowflakes in my eyes. The sun was tapping me on the shoulder as it hid behind the blanched bedsheets in the sky. A green and black tie-dyed jumper isn't going to coat my arms in radiating heat this chilled afternoon. You needn't fool me today, young solar. I've got this feeling in my frosty bones that summer ain't nigh.

4 comments:

  1. I can't make out any of that form, what is it?

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  2. freeform. the most jellish form of words you can find. :)

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  3. ok that totally helps

    note the sarcasm

    I was referring to the thing I now identify as a death certificate

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  4. haha yes!

    t'is a death certificate of a person named Summer..

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