Trucks are really gorgeous nighttime death machines
I swear, you can hear their breaks screaching like the wrathful undead. They have terrified me since the torrential rain hit us that night returning back from New Orleans in college.
I am a printmaker. Currently I am reading Picasso's biography in the bath tub, listing to Swan's Way in the studio when doing repetitive tasks and trying to learn French while running. I share life with great guy,a spark plug of a son, two salukis and a tree frog the size of a nickel.
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