...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)
January 13, 2005
today, my heads exploding with spasms, migraine attacks, my oneeye red, dripping salt. in other words: my heads on the block. but hey, don` t cry for me argentina. tomorrow never knows.
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