April 3, 2010


Still warm and floating, not long after the time had come; his time had come: Robin's fish.
A man I admire, who was once young but is now old, said to a woman with eyes that blinked so often you would think they were closed, that profiting off misery is perhaps the best thing you can do with it. Unfortunately I haven't seen any excessive monetary income come sliding into my worn down pockets with all the misery I've sculpted, though at least some pretty colours were caught still and frozen.
Anything is better than nothing.


Michelle Kuran said...
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Michelle Kuran said...

...And may Poseidon rest their soles.