i have fallen into the blackhole i call my bedroom. cleaning. days. distractions: mix tapes. nail-polish. books. paint.
my dad picks me up in his white pick-up truck. we ride around at dusk. windows down, wind in hair, warm breezes. eating cherries, spittin' pits. fruit-stained lips, singing along to oldies.
been working on my drivers ed shit today. this made me laugh:
*Throughout this handbook, the term "thumb-print" will be used to mean a thumb-print or a finger-print, if you have no thumbs.
this entry = shit. apologies.
<3
-ah.lex.crumb
