Pockets

I don't like this anymore really. I don't like looking back on pockets of time. It's been a while and still at the thought of some of these instances I feel as stupid as I did back then. 

The burn at christmas and the i-told-you-so of new years. how excellent. it feels like giving birth to glass bits.

Speaking of giving birth to glass of all shapes and sizes. Let's talk about summertime.

THE END.