An elderly lady comes up to purchase Fight Club. I’m sorry, this is an R rated DVD, I’m going to need to see some ID. She looks over her thick framed glasses and props herself up to the counter with her walking stick to verify a possible misunderstanding. I’m kidding, of course. You’re really old. … Continue reading
Wrinkled noses, gently holding all the mangled roses; notes unfolding. Don’t you ever write a song for anyone to hear? White linen sheets, now we’re laughing. For the sake of defeat I’ll let you in on all the crazy notions, that you’ll never need to fear. Fleeting footsteps on this heart of mine, … Continue reading
Emilie Taylor 