Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

When I was in barcelona i wrote a poem about accepting some personal demons and truths about myself, and i described these demons in various ways including the following "And your hair was sort of red colored, like that bella street performer, the child who danced and danced and danced her days and wrinkles away. Her pigment sort of orange and green, probably too obscene for the old rich folks who's eyes did gleam and side with frustration." The street performer caught my eye that day and she was so very beautiful

today i watched Guster's amsterdam video for the first time and the girl is in the video for a breif second. It was sweet.