before you know it all of the time that you thought you had has gone elsewhere.
all that is around is a whining scream and disappointment.
i am sitting on a wet, slick and rotting tree stump. there is a square of earth around the rotting tree stump: around that is asphalt. my legs dangle and bounce on and off the tree stump.
the tree stump is in my primary school playground. the tree stump is a tombstone.
Sunday, 5 July 2009
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one million pounds of crush
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