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.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
so, jared and i took a bucket of some girls sidewalk chalk, and we used all 20 pieces in a little over an hour and drew big signs all over campus about monday night's concert. it was fun.
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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