Thursday, September 17, 2015


There is a book. . . 

I might someday write,
Have begun to write, 
Fear tremendously, regret often, loathe vehemently, love fiercely (on those few bright days), hope to complete before my own "slapstick coming to an end".*

*ivan vladislavic
the loss librayry and other unfinished stories

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