My father forbid two movies that year-
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The smell of smoke
Your battle already won
My father forbid two movies that year-
False Face Society
Disown the core shame
Waukegan
We talk too much, Miranda, her feverish sister Sasha said, in her low voice, no secrets come out without silence. I do. Somehow I’ve come to believe that the last thing a writer or any artist thinks about is to make himself comfortable while he’s working. Perhaps the discomfort is a bit of an aid or... Continue Reading →
Or the continuing math of the continuing story. the deep dark motion an expanse that happens to come and go unpredictable, since the emotion attached to the action or inaction beckons self-flagellation, mutation, abomination. But today that is not the way I feel or think perhaps it is the sunshine perhaps it is the adherence... Continue Reading →
