Effortful malingering is all this broken soul is capable of.
He is a shadow, a little tissue paper man with empty spaces all through him.
He wonders: who is the keeper of the birds who sends a thousand pecking spears after me;
every day.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
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Hmmmmmmmmmmm, a little neggy. Hope the soul's not too broken. The world is an amazingly wonderful, diverse and stimulating place. I preferred the fishing stuff.
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