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, December 08, 2003
i have never tasted anything so incredibly awful in all my life. oh my goodness. oh man. you have no idea. and a can of gatorade isnt even taking the taste away. why in the world would you stop making that stuff in pill form?!?
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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