Monday, December 7, 2009

difficulties.

"She took a bite of the lamb. First feeling the tender meat reducing between her jaws, then the steel of the fork cold on her tongue, and finally...the taste of death. The taste of an innocent animal.
She gagged." 

I feel the death of us on my tongue.



I keep writing possible text msgs and instead of pressing "send to," I press "save as draft." Is that how bad it is?

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