If you are not inspired, please check to see if you still have a pulse. Sort of touches me in the same place as "A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings" by Gabriel García Márquez (1955).
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
death-trap of spidery . . . death. I nearly stepped into it!
My first pet was a dog named Rusty. I think was three. I may have done something three-years-oldish to the dog, but all I remember is that ...
Eggs, Hash and home-made New Mexico red chili. Yum!