...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)
March 07, 2005
night, succesive dream of superstars who all say I owe them stuff: thats fucked! but there is one, and she races through my head like a truck.
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