Eva L. (wearetrees) - 7/6/2008 6:54 PM ET
Blue-eyed, backbone a bare spindle my muscles the threads circuits unknown songlines my life, mercurial unapologetic but happening not by chance but by surprise. After all, the architect of these bones wanted a soft bed alchemy poisons it is my fate to follow the grooves, then though I often reject their promise I found my own way! You can find yours. though of course we will meet ahead at the same tributary.