Thursday, January 14, 2010


Dear guitar,
lets travel.
I'm thinking New Zealand.
Some place with beaches and dish washers.
Some place with sunsets and Montessori schools.
I'll take care of everything.
Almost everything,
I'll need you to shave the back of my neck,
There's no way I can do that on my own.
Love, seagulls,

Skin and Toast

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