the white light was much to bear. each persons mission vibrating on their face.
she struggles with weight. he thinks slowly.
next to davis sat another young man in a red sweatshirt eating a salad. neither of them talked. nobody smiled.
davis' flight was on time.
excerpt from the novel "dead in the bathtub water" , kEith kimmel
9.28.2010
9.14.2010
rant .23421
rant .23421
we are the artists.
not the fartists.
do you think we sit here
and jerk it just for you?
we are the artists.
not the fartists.
do you think we sit here
and jerk it just for you?
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