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.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Entomology
Caught a lightning bug last night, kept him in an overturned drinking glass for observation. I figure they're nocturnal, so I'm not completely worried, but do you think it's normal for them to sleep on their backs?
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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