When I think of the love my father never gave me I feel encased in a veil with steel threads. … Sometimes a happy thought can make me jump for joy, but I must be careful: if I jump too high, I'll bump into the veil. It doesn't hurt, but it always tinges my joy with sadness.
No one on Monhegan says they saw them, but a man sardining says he saw it headed there, or at least some boat with people atop it.
This fucking meat stick of yours looks like its ready to spew a load right the fuck now boy.
Potholes or sloughs formed by a glacier’s retreat from the central plains of North America, are now known to be some of the world’s most productive ecosystems.
