Homeless style

I can smuggle anything into the library. Coffee, snacks, cookies. Indeed, I am a very good cookie smuggler.

You have such an instinctive part of you that you don't even have to take drugs to get high.

Welcome to the desert and the sea of my soul. There is room for one more.

Sometimes I wish I never met you.

I am looking at myself through the glass that is you.

In a myriad of ways, the universe keeps declaring that you are a linda.

Once in a while I want to be in a place where I can BE without having to explain everything I mean.