Hunting for material–
But I haven’t a gun. No arrows,
Bow. Road calling my drum,
Perception stunned. Walk while
I hazily run. Mixed web, stitch ebb.
(2/22/13)
Hunting for material–
But I haven’t a gun. No arrows,
Bow. Road calling my drum,
Perception stunned. Walk while
I hazily run. Mixed web, stitch ebb.
(2/22/13)