n a s c e n c e.

(the uterine blossom)

tattoos
9:17 p.m. on 2003-12-04

And I wish I could tattoo every thing you’ve ever said to me all over my body. And I wish you could have seen me smile when you couldn’t look at me while asking where to meet.

I don’t think this is possible. It would be the anticlimax, because it is too obvious. It is too much exactly what I want, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.

descend /ascend

existence | is | created | at | every | moment
The Semper Augustus