Wednesday, December 06, 2006
39 Photons Having Coffee
Remember
when we were
just photons
this morning?
Before we
were loaded into
photon torpedoes
and blew up
the world?
Next: Harrar
A tale of love, madness, coffee, and dependence in the form of 75 poems.
Remember
when we were
just photons
this morning?
Before we
were loaded into
photon torpedoes
and blew up
the world?
Next: Harrar