Monday, January 11, 2010
oak.
outside under an enormous tree, i stood with a stale cigarette between my swollen fingers. half the tobacco was at the bottom of a plastic bag somewhere. an acorn fell at my feet and i put it in my pocket. "acorns are good luck." "good luck? do you see where we fucking are?"
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