Twenty Twelve Six Nothing

Do my pictures work, yet? I'm so tired, yet I can't sleep for the thought running through my head: Why do women have so many baskets? The weaved kind. What a weird thing to cult on. This one goes out to: The thousand lifetime's in one, accumulation and finally letting go. Run free! And if the choad outs, then run again, but never settle. At least not in love, because these thousand lifetimes go fast, at least when they aren't being interminable. No, I wasn't talking down to you. Yes, I know you knew all of this before.
It's just something I do instead of dreaming.