diary livejournal fossils
Dull gray, on the verge of purple. It’s back behind my neck. Cry me a river, crocodile. A monkey, hehe, on my back. A sock puppet; your hand, doofus.
Ahead of me, orange tries to peek through white, and by the time it does, it’s already red. Pentagons vibrate. And pretty flowers 9.9</em