...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
November 22, 2004
WHY THIS secondrate poet DO NOT LOVE BIG BUSINESS part 10
At the pharmacist yesterday: The bigger the pain the broader her smile.
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