mark twain!

for mr. bigs with love tears

hil, who came into my dream last night, and got sick on my sleeping bag.

live home of small furry animals

i saw Wendy and Lucy again last night and cried again.

you say you want to seek the truth, but it's hard to find. no one to help you, your friends don't have the time. you want to relate to something you once read in a book. until i got hurt i was looking, i was on my way. the hurt. by cat stevens.

twain crossing japanese bridge.

portrait of samuel clemens as a young dog.

two hils

we're all committing suicide, doing yoga, running like crazy, driving like mad.

sure we stoop to conquer, ceaselessly, but not to pick up trash.