devolution

[booktowrite]

The homely smell of cooking from the kitchen is often nothing more than the smell of burning flesh, somewhat seasoned. That, of course, is not just a metaphor. The truth often lies just below the surface. I vomit into my mouth and spit it out, then walk into the night to see the moon cast a mourning tear. Its light guides me sufficiently over the

Comments

[prdct]

what are you reading? i'm reading the sound and the fury.

[booktowrite]

I'm reading The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing.

[prdct]

i'll have to check it out.