Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Once a month

Is what I'll try...

Cassandra and the man


Her eyes crawled open just as a pine needle caught in her hair. Cassandra had been wakened by the sun, just as it passed between the trees in its rise from slumber. The warmth was caressing her face, but it wasn't enough to dissipate her heaviness, so sleep took over and left her on the forest floor alone, more needles blown from the trees to cover her.

Self Pimping

It ain't easy, but the worst part is us.