Anne
© jonathan saunders
I Wanted You & You To Make Something Beautiful Here In This Grid
Here Or Here Or Here
Here Or Here Or Here
Here Or Here Or Here Times Six Hundred Thirty Seven (x637) Others, This My All Lucky Day #142
Los Angeles
Only Because You Asked Me To Did I Take This One
A Bird, A Tree & A Skull
Los Angeles
” the milk is good
so are we. ”
A Movie Poster Was Written Just For Me – Day 137 – I Hung It On My Wall
“I Do Not Want To Be The Recipient Of Your Love Or Your Hate.” – This My All Day
Morgan Hill, CA
Everything Is A Circle & Something Is Always On Fire, Somewhere
Here I Saw An Untrue Word Under A Not Real Sun & I Have Never Seen A Horse Fly Anywhere I Have Been
I Can See My Shadow, Everyday & Everybody Blinks, All The Time
I saw the light and put that window to my right down all the way. I pressed the gas, harder. I outstretched my arm and made my machine ready. I didn’t even look at it or through it. I don’t need to anymore. When I needed to, I pressed the button, harder.
Somewhere this very night, there were two men, shirtless, pantless, barefoot & not angry in a field of tall green grass all burnt black with a single light shining down upon them all in yellow. These two men were fighting, these two men were trying to fucking beat one another with all their might. The blood and broken bones meant nothing any more, all that mattered was the breath in their hearts for they each wanted the others.