archives for Monday 22 January 2007
water runs from the snow
Monday 22 January 2007 | someone left a cookie
this was unlike the story it was written to be I was riding its back when it used to ride me It has experienced (as Mandarin would say) an abrupt, inexplicable mood shift, from psychomotor retardation to near euphoria. And I’m not sure why. Could it have been when, in despair, I sat in the [...]
read ‘water runs from the snow’
the rent was due last week
Monday 22 January 2007 | I like a cookie
And in profound avoidance of this fact, I hid all weekend at the Brujo’s house. It worked out in one way, because his car was in the shop all weekend; but in another, it didn’t, in that now it’s Monday and has been Monday for hours; I need a shower like you wouldn’t believe; no [...]
