reddirtlattes/ October 28, 2011

  How is it my heart still beats red? Whispering me back. Settled into ancient passion, yes. But, the place my skin crawled with life is haunting me.


reddirtlattes/ October 15, 2011

It was beautiful. I don’t believe in violence. I understand rage. Before it went bad:


reddirtlattes/ October 12, 2011

So, I’ve started smoking again. You can’t live in Italy and not have the occasional cigarette, unless you choose to never open your mouth. Just today, as I was walking past a friendly face and opened up a hello, the man next to me exhaled and with a perfect flick of his head sent the smoke directly into my waiting

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