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.
Monday, November 03, 2003
i guess im not used to having a car on campus. i walked from the library all the way back to the dorm and as i reached for the door it clicked in my head that i had driven my car to the library. so i had to walk all the way back and drive back to the dorm. oh well. live and learn.
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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