Opens between you and I. The razor-hearted wind sweeps through the space, collecting dreams, devouring poetry, killing the joy.
Why are your values so wrong?
Why is your helmet so ugly?
the great gulf of incomprehension
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
eleanor j jackson 
grr why spend so much on the bike and pimpin rims and no spend on the helmet. this bothers me.
Good to know I’m not alone…