"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I just need one thing to go right. I need the couch to fit through the door. I need my bed to be found. I need to remain separate. It feels like stretching, you know, not like after working out stretching, but something on the inside, the way as a kid you pulled on taffy to make it last longer.
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