were so close, i can feel it in my bones

this is a
success story
exploitation of minors
PERSONAL SAFETY TIP


my SEQUOIA soulmate
you were supposed to go with me
I have finally realized and accepted
your hands were made
for fireworks (for me)
this business of art
wont kill us
enough
re read things
what were you doing in 1993?
in the haze of mission cliffs chalk dust
your voice like
pottery
i wont forget balcony dreams
(picture us there)
how much i missed you across
worlds
patagonia snow
i want him to hate me
so you can love me
lately love me
dont worry baby, youve already been
a world traveler
snake fireworks line up like
presbyterians
we were so american
silly office crush
TU SABES QUE TE EXTRANO
round midnight
why won't you let me love you

george