...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)
December 07, 2007
HUMANOID WISHES FOR A NEARBY FUTURE, 7:
I wish that performing power would be way less pathological, I wish sometimes more people should have a license to even enter public space, I wish I was a flea and I would buy myself a dog...
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