Monday, May 28, 2007

outline of my lover

IFN: a book I'll always remember

"We're taken to a place with no roots. The house
was red brick, divided into one, two, three living
quarters. Across the street is an abandoned build-
ing. I am already a morbid child and wish it were
a mausoleum, a place for me to sleep, among rich
ancestry and traditions that glow particularly