...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)
July 02, 2006
the way things are, shit comes violently and sudden, equally propotional with the lack of consistency, metaphorically speaking.
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