archives for Saturday 5 March 2005
and the song begins again
Saturday 5 March 2005 | I like a cookie
she says I’ve got a darkness that I have to feed and I’ve got a sadness that grows up around me like a weed Louise is playing with Crackle Ball (who almost has his own personality by now) and a popsicle stick, leaving me momentarily free to write this. No, now she’s pouncing fervantly (another [...]
