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Saturday, September 20, 2008

all around new york yesterday

there were pockets of heaven,
green grassy heaven
lusterus lunches on sweet soil patches
blocking off the streets from idling cars

when you follow the yellow brick road
you can either wake up and smell the poppies
or you can power walk strait to emerald city, which you will find out doesn't really exist until you smell the poppies

so this is where i am
smelling the poppies
and skipping the streets with toto
all the while trying not to get swept up in the tornado


napman said...

lara if you wrote that it's beautiful.

Z Unit said...

No one belongs there more than you. If you didn't write it, then it stinks.

a scrap book of sorts

We are two best friends: Sarah and Lara.

We have been collaging together since we were in kindergarten. From hilroy to apple, the medium has changed but the message remains the same.

We get by with a little help from our friends,
the biz-biz

vincent merany

vincent merany

"biz" means "we" in Turkish