"I still clutch the sacred / scribbled long after the pages // wash out, little holes marring / the words. I look for the sun" - Bob Sykora, "Self Portrait as Utopian"
Please tell Adrian that he's no longer dead to me. You might also remind him that he never was. And that I said CONGRATS, ADRIAN!
I will pass it along! Or, you could just fly on in to Chicago for a couple of days...
Please tell Adrian that he's no longer dead to me. You might also remind him that he never was. And that I said CONGRATS, ADRIAN!
I will pass it along! Or, you could just fly on in to Chicago for a couple of days...