ten years gone;

it's a month that doesn't hold up life any better than it really is

something great happened here but it's over with and that's the way february is

like the desperate flinging off of something that's not true anymore

the expedition is getting desperate. people are throwing things aside

this looks like a place where people who are being punished are sent

nobody is tap dancing or breaking into a rogers and hammerstein song

theyre just barely able to get across the street and hunker over a bowl of chili

most of the birds who can afford it have flown to florida

it's as if there's some awful truth out there in the trees

something that's been bothering you for a long time is out there. what is it?

to hide the bleakness of feb., man invented valentine's day. also mardi gras.

what other month can host a holiday designed to remind us we're all gonna die?