Walking home from the train, down the path I almost stepped on a snail. I can not remember seeing a snail for several years.

And off in the distance, a train was howling, I have not paid much attention to that, either.

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It will probably rain, set to, it looks like. And it will be freezing and your jaw is ready set to move and complain. Be a man thick as the trunk, hardened by life.

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I love to weld and am very, very good at it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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As of recent, the idea of coupling sickens me. Yes. The idea of rolling around with someone seems pointless. Absurd, yes. But I like to kiss necks. Indeed. (I want to be a hermit, I need to find a cave!!!!!!!!!!!)

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We are man. And I am a boy. I am mass. Beneath my mass is a chair, the chair is black and hard, made of steel and it has rollers that stick. It rests on a wood floor of oak. The floor stretches out through the house, the house sits on the foundation which rests on the earth. The earth stretches out in loop that does not end. In this bubble bellow ( Read more... )

Do you really belive that if he had not gotten in the car he would have lived? Yes, the accident that would claim his life would not have happened, but it did, and he did die. He did. But would he have lived thirty years longer? I am not so sure. We dwell on these absurd what-ifs. His time was up and he died in that accident. If he had not, it is ( Read more... )

The river had spat back out the body and blacker than ever before. We sit on the bank's mud, he smoking a cigarette and mother looking at the carcass and then at me, her eyes show no sign of difference, gleaming with the sun, looking as transparent as glass. (Her face looks like the tan mud that is slicking across beneath us, does really. The ugly ( Read more... )