I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
i just drank the can of mango nectar from last night so that i dont wake up sick tomorrow because it has 250% the daily amount of vitamin C needed...it kinda smelled and tasted like tuna fish.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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