Red

Red
Makes me think of blood
Makes me think of death
The irony
Without blood
We have no life

But would we ever know its colour apart from sin?

North Dakota

I'm in the little town of Velva for the time. Canadians have Rememberance day off, making the weekend one day longer, so one of my friends invited me back to her little town.

There were also two other girls who came and all three of them, plus others went to some football game, but I stayed back at her house to finish a paper I procrastinated with...

So I'm on my own for the day. Might write some poetry sometime. And I'm just straight up bored.

I ate a meal at a little diner by myself. Got the whole thing on camera. Doing it Andy Warhol style. That's how cool I am. Yeah. I can't wait til they get back.

Never ever procratinate.