Sunday, 2 October 2011

It's easier to jump when you're holding someone's hand.



Unisex restrooms shared with NY's coolest cats, a broken umbrella is the only place to look.
Book fair eye bleed, cabinets of spectacle wearing literary graphic skinny spines.
A stroll across the wind bridge to rain accidental nuit blanche.
Salmonnsteaklobster light and a blanket bound date with the sheets.

No comments: