A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Good Riddance
And then I don't feel so bad anymore after my father goes on another way too condescending and juvenile tirade about blah blah blah blah blah.
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