a caller ringtone for a number that no longer exists ...
i played scavenger from my dilapidated Tinkerbell sako bag of ol' GMA files and found an ol' (but paid :)) Globe billings. October 2011. Some wife's lonely husband imported an alarm clock all the way from Manila. I made myself useful, like I always did. :)
Oh man, why do I love you like I always do.
(Blown out my mind.)
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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