2003-01-17 || 11:20 a.m. || fish scales and splinters and the way potato chips always taste so much better. || it is so nice out. sunny and cold and bright colors just look brighter. i would like the ocean and sea salt and sand knitted into sweaters, please. i would like headscarves and cool air pouring in through open windows and the smell of fiberglass and fishguts on the bow of a badly painted boat. i wish my pop didn't live so far away. we could walk down the pier in matching actionslacks and bait hooks in between orange fantas and bad talk radio. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |