He wore his clown face – brimming with big boned and jumbled features – and smiled. But his bug-blue eyes, when you looked into them, held only reflections of sad and shaded river pools in some other autumn, and beneath the surface shadows and shapes shifted and were unseen again as the beds eddied. In … Continue reading Again, back
i'm looking at death, you're looking at life. but if we could both meet in the middle somewhere then we will both get to live a little. the important thing is genes, i guess. i cry. look at our fingers. *looks at fingers* makes me think about life and death and everything between. we laugh … Continue reading between.
the fourth eclectic reader renders stories of nantucket whalers. i didn’t buy a copy, i stole one from my teacher and i kept it in my blazer. * 'from new bedford sound, pacific bound, they were gone for several winters.' * round the cape of good hope, peru and argentina... now, crossing the equator. i … Continue reading the 4th eclectic reader
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