butterfly in the skyyyy, i can go twice as hiiigh. take a look. suck my dick. a reading rainboooow.

I ran away from too many t-shirts and toys, craft supplies in every corner of every room, the now 7 load mound of laundry in my bed I shamelessly hump each morning, papers and papers of self-important numbers and messages scrawled all over, to frolick in Krause Springs with Sarah.

I keep meaning to write, but I get distracted by visual beauty.
The drought is finally and thankfully over. It rained all week and so Sunday,
when the prodigal sun returned, there was a divine intervention.

( furthermore )