dreams of missing teeth
cotton sheets and open blinds
with dry skin and the heat of my own trailing mind
but then your foot hits my leg
yes, the right foot to my left calf muscle,
that third toe with the nail you always forget to clip,
that's the one that ended my state.
it couldn't be helped, but naturally i woke up,
had had enough of these dreams and mental pulls
to depart
withdraw
be gone
and finally
......... 6:08 a.m., some distant day around august.
-here's to dry skin,
lowt
1.02.2011
12.27.2010
if you happened to look up.
12.15.2010
sleepovers and chemical fingers.
'Time Travel: part 1', hopefully will get a chance to scan the negatives to give some more detail. Stories upon stories are encased in these frames.





sometimes sleeping on a couch in a cold room with nothing but fluorescent lights and a sleeping bag can teach you a lot. not saying i recommend it, but it did wonders for me.
hope you've found some passion or reinvented one you may have forgotten about.
sincerely yours,
-lowt
11.17.2010
11.15.2010
11.13.2010
365.


over the course of a year, a lot can be learned about a person: their smile, figuring out how to make two fit in a tiny bed, their short comings, how to bite your tongue, that distance can't destroy; i could go on and on about the things i've discovered about the girl pictured above, but what i learned above all is that i'd like to learn more.
between the two of us, i think i found my ryde or die chic. see you on the shores in another 365.
( )
lowt
11.04.2010
i thought you knew they were coming...


unlatch the gate and forget your bed time,
for what you think you see is just a fog.
the gate is open, and your socks are dry
take your body
to the lights you've seen in slumber.
they'll be waiting, whether the thought crosses
their mind
or not. believe me, I've seen them.
yes, i Know. they don't 'exist',
but really, do we?
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