...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)
February 02, 2006
TIME FLIES WHEN YOU ARE A PORK, BEING PORKED OR JUST EATING THE FUCKING ANIMAL.
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