Wet Heat Thoughts

Being alone in the city makes me feel beautiful and sad at the same time.

I feel dangerously close to Esther Greenwood at this moment.

There is someone far away that I want.

I feel sad I will never read all the books I want to.

I feel sad that twilight doesn't last longer than it does.

I feel great about men wearing nice sweaters that their mothers probably bought them.

I feel grateful that my body works well.

I feel sad that I couldn't bother to return my fathers phone calls.

I want to dart across the two lane traffic, over the guard rails, and into the river.

Once my friend found a dead pig in the river.