...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 26, 2004
WHY THIS secondrate poet DO NOT LOVE BIG BUSINESS part 14:
Three letters folks: SUV. I`ll get back on that one, but don`t blame the Arabs for the mess.
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