Sheep-like clouds grazing on blue sky. Butterflies playing a game of tag. A pale pink flower dancing on a concrete driveway. Today is good.
— Sam L. Marcelo (@llmarcelo) August 29, 2013
Because I have such an entertaining life and such interesting thoughts and such informed opinions. *snorts*
Sunday, November 10, 2013
A procession of tears. Cinereous skies. Who do the angels mourn for?
— Sam L. Marcelo (@llmarcelo) August 21, 2013
Sunday, November 03, 2013
The moon is gravid, succulent. A low-hanging fulvous fruit I want to pick from the sky with my lips.
— Sam L. Marcelo (@llmarcelo) June 25, 2013
Friday, November 01, 2013
PMS turns me into that dude in American Beauty
I saw a flock of birds swooping through the air,
a pair of balloons pirouetting in a pas de deux.
I cried.
Then stopped.
Comforted when I heard the wind combing through its lover's hair.
a pair of balloons pirouetting in a pas de deux.
I cried.
Then stopped.
Comforted when I heard the wind combing through its lover's hair.
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