kenkantor: I asked for water, she brought me gasoline.
kenkantor: But it was bright red when I brought it in!
kenkantor: The birthday gift.
kenkantor: Maybe the last time I don't remember.
kenkantor: Let's go swimming in a thunderstorm.
kenkantor: Faster and faster, unsecured items shedding away like so many autumn leaves.
kenkantor: Does it matter if it rains?
kenkantor: The survival myth.
kenkantor: Where you can find me when I have no place left to go.