I’m going on a road trip across the United States of America for Hackathons between September and December. http://facebook.com/HackLifePrius
Clouds below the water illusion fish at flight
And the lids of the eyes,
And the kids of the eyes,
It spins. It doesn’t mock me, doesn’t scare me, or annoy me; doesn’t even know there is a “me” on the other end of the screen
three grey 1 red
It tastes alright, sliding down my throat.
But it’s not about the taste, though our culture makes it seem so.
It’s about our mutual bonding experience.
In writing, it seems meaningless.