Thursday, June 07, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Seventy-Two

the additional paycheck will make sure there’s food on the table for the little ones, besides there’s a comet flaring in the night sky which must be an omen that your education really will have no meaning in the end so you might as well live for today and so forth. From this or another reverie the tour guide raises her eyes to see a somewhat disheveled man in a dashiki, linen trousers, and sandals carved from old tires. Typically it’s from a long way off you see those bound for the end of the world. You see them coming,

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