21 03 2008

Buckskin flaps his lips feverishly at the sight of white cubes,
unaware that in time, sugar and horses will both become glue.
– unknown

+ Lump Sums changed.
+ Chopping Wood and Carrying Water completed.


Chopping Wood And Carrying Water

11 03 2008

In the dark hours of the morning, I still sat hunched over his makeshift desk. If you were to look over my shoulder and squint in the heavy brown light, you’d see names. Girls’ names, boys’ names, unisex names, names, names, names. Sheaves of loose-leaf paper are stacked neatly around both my spindly frame and his desk’s.

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Something To Hold Onto

10 03 2008

Watch out. Get a hold of yourself. Not literally. Read the rest of this entry »