Jul 30, 2011 | Fiction |
I say what they say because I know nothing. There was this. Dark. Very dark. As dark as very dark. They say: that was the room. Not even a window. Poor Peter Stillman. And the boom, boom, boom, the caca piles. The pipilakes. Excuse me. Anymore. There was mush food in...
Jan 30, 2011 | Fiction |
You act like you already know everything about everyone. Did you even notice his cane? Do you have any idea how Kalvin got that broken hip? I don’t know… walking… through his apartment? Trying to march in Selma in 1965! Okay I get the point....
