"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Monday, May 31, 2010
Excerpt from Adrian Blevins' "Watching the Newshour"
It is just so wrong of me not to know what to call the paraphernalia the boys are given to extinguish the women inside them
by killing off the women inside the others, but I don’t have that kind of dictionary here.
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