The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other...they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down.
The hours here are flat and ...
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I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either. Everything is in-between. I have eyes that aren't green or brown, but a muddle. I'm not thin but I'm not fat either. the only thing you could definitely say about me is that: I'm short
This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.
Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday? I roll my eyes. I don’t know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback. I was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party. He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. And I’m not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks. What’s an acid flashback? Izzy crows. Nothing, my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me.
Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs
I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.
