the sound of two hands clapping.
the sight of four legs kneeling.
the taste of eight m&ms melting.
the feeling of sixteen shot glasses clinking.
the smell of 32 cookies baking.
the thought of 64 k processing
the words one hundred and twenty eight miles per hour
and the dare of you and me
in a closet.
i also like eating my mistakes.
photo by sass, who has no pants