#8-22-22

[photozoi]

Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me...

When all the Boiz insist on going out into the entry area at the same time the front pathway turns into the highway at commute hour.

Especially when one of those Boiz is Jeep!

When you are the size of a Jeep you rather fill the roadway.

the Wizzard, the Youngish Prince, Jeep- Borzoi

the Imp, the Brother- Silken Windhounds

[halloweenvalentine1997]

I am no stranger to heartbreak.

It’s like losing your fragile balance on a telephone wire, or sinking into a watery surface.

I’m making temples and castles out of rocks.

Crosses made of sticks, moon crescents scrawled into the sand.

I crawl to the lip of the ocean tide and let it soak me through the skin, but I don’t wander too far out into the sea. Just let it salt me with seaweed, with shells, with holiness. Like water thrown on a flame. Fiery sparks sizzling in liquid. Home is the shore and behind me lie vaults of memories and pieces of skeletons all over the evergreen earth from where I came, glowing emerald in the lights of the cityscape. Celestial demigod. A padlocked heart. Drawing circles, names, sand-written curses. Ashtray by my side. Smoke in clouds, in lungs. Once, I knew my name,

but now it is lost to me.

- “Beaches of Los Angeles” by Vivica Salem