Vein of My Existence

Sun shoots through stark naked branches.The criss-crossed shadows explode below like swollen and varicosed veins painting the road.The path ahead of me is bloodshot at best.
by Anne Cunnigham

Monday, April 20, 2009

All she ever wanted

When I am anything less than happy I like to think that being alive, american, caucasian, & healthy are just about as good as it's gonna get so sit down and smile. This big world is so awful for so many so readjust your perspective and find gratefulness.
That does it everytime.
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