This is the view from the parking lot.
Nifty.
Demolition, and the spire of a Wren church.
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I knew it was speed, but to me that bird had invisible wings. My grandmother stood with her hand on her chest and she whispered "Christophe!" to herself. All my best memories are mixed up with swear words that I don't understand. --Joey Comeau
Comrades in Blog?
Read [past tense]
- books about the Gothic Revival. Boring.
- Brave New World
- Tough Guys Don't Dance
- A Streetcar Named Desire
- In Our Time
- Consciousness Explained
- The Sun Also Rises
- Looking For Spinoza
- Another Roadside Attraction
- Pale Fire
- Still Life with Woodpecker
- Naked Lunch
- Franny and Zooey
- Speak, Memory
- I'm A Stranger Here Myself
About Me
- cjb
- dallying on the Jersey Shore
- Impulsive college student, no more? Sounds like comedy gold.
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