The Secret Life.

There's something going on in my closet. I think my clothes have some sort of secret life. The more I try to make room. The less space I seem to have in my closet. Perhaps they're revolting. Perhaps they're saying...you'll never take us alive. Or perhaps somehow they jumped over the line of inanimate and have become a very prolific phenomenon.


Thursday, September 28, 2006 | 7:34 AM | LINK |