Sabrina says this house looks like a book she read once, a book she once read and once she read it her kick-started super-forever. I think you were in it squarely dancing with some same old bruise who was always begging you to panic. Did you, after all? Pulling out from her lips on the beach she felt me through for a moment in sight and proceeded to hoot and holler echoing the unit of life, maha-yogi, a western chemist friend and a writer who pretended to like to fight. Drink her, she decided. In front of everyone I might like.
Chris Weige | Austin, TX.