Notes
He was twiddling with his fingers, and whispered "I want to be an archive, until further notice".
I have a habit of mumbling. My tongue grows thick, and I myself can hear how, from my mouth, one word emerges indistinctly into the next, like porridge poured onto another shapeless porridge.
4 comments on this could be the start of something, p.2
Leleni November 10, 2010
this is beautiful. absolutely beautiful.
⃠skeller September 16, 2010
Just fell in love
⃠elizabethtown June 10, 2010
lovely
⃠hellogravity April 01, 2010
superb!
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