...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 05, 2008
today, a shitbusy day: gives me an erge to starting writing a short story about flirting, describing the worst time I ever put a foot in my mouth. But this is as long as it gets.
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